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// In My Coma part 2 
// Story: One Way Trip 
// by SoulSpirit 
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So long. It’s been so long. I started freaking out. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. NOTHING MAKES SENSE! I was aware, so that meant that the dream was solid. But even in solid dreams, I had control over everything. That meant that there was a possibility that this wasn’t a dream, which was the scariest thing that could be happening. Usually, in this kind of situation, I would keep my cool, but I haven’t been able to calm down or focus. Something was wrong.

The pain ended a while ago, which was the only good thing that’s happened. I had no clue how long it’s been. I also have no idea what to do. There was no one around to help.

Alone.

I was alone. That word alone filled my head completely, echoing, making itself known. It wouldn’t stop. It was impossible to shut out or ignore. Help me, please!

Then silence. Just silence. Which is an improvement. If that went on any longer I would have had gone insane. Of course, just like anything else good, there was a catch. I could feel again. I could feel every muscle ache and burn, making it almost unbearable. To see if I could, I tapped a hoof on the non-existent ground. A bed materialized in front of me. With a leap, I yelled “Geronimo!”, landing comfortably on the bed. The bed itself didn’t help, but at least it didn’t make things worse. I rolled onto my side and tried to put my subconscious to rest.

That’s when I heard something. Great, I can hear again. It sounded like a voice, though I couldn’t figure out who it belonged to or what it was saying. I felt a sensation on my exposed side. It felt…..Good? I decided on good and relaxed. It was the only thing in this situation I could take comfort in. It felt like someone was stroking me, like someone was trying to comfort me. Thank you. I thought as I drifted off.