It is a curious thing when one realizes that they are helpless to stop what happens in some situations.
I opened my eyes one morning only to discover myself behind what appeared to be a window. My hands had quickly moved to trying to phase through the material, but something was wrong. It was hard, if not impossible, to do so.
My hands started to pound at the glass. I wanted out. I hate small spaces. I wanted to be out of that small space. But they weren't letting me out.
I lifted my head and saw that there was a sort of smoke filling what I could only call a container holding me. My movements became even more frantic. I had tried shouting, pleading, but I was unheard.
I was starting to fall asleep...
No, I didn't want to sleep.
Not sleep...
...sleep...
Blade Wyng Community Member 
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