Shadow awoke on his cot to the feeling of being submerged underwater, yet there wasn't a drop of it nearby. He lifted a pale hand from his side, palm up to feel the air. Nothing was off. But why did his hand feel so heavy?
His hand started to shake, his vision blurring as his breath quickened. His chest felt as if it was collapsing from the inside. He took a deep, shuddering breath to bring his senses back to normal. He stopped shaking, and while the sinking feeling in his chest ceased, his heart was still pounding.
Shadow slid his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He walked over to the windowed wall that overlooked the city, the pattering of his feet echoing slightly in the large room.
A glass prison. That's what it was. Shadow lifted his hand to place it on the window in longing, but soon let it drop to his side again, silencing the feeling. He felt numb, and yet he wanted to scream, had he the will to.
There was a creeping feeling of something being bound around his mouth, though there was nothing there. He did not react--it wasn't anything new; he was used to it. Shadow stood there at the window, cloaked in his darkness, no longer seeking an escape.
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