Or I was really here for the first time; it was hard to tell which. Gone was every physical sensation. There was no pain, no frightened fluttering, no connection to anything physical at all. It was an unfathomable relief I never even knew I needed, as though I’d been in pain all my life without knowing it, until suddenly it stopped, and I felt what it was to be really, truly at peace. I was nothing but weightless, floating, consciousness, and I was completely at my ease, in this small, quiet bubble of solitary contemplation. I did not see. I did not hear. I just… was. It did not disturb me at all to be completely stripped of my senses; I found it natural, in this state. I didn’t seem to need them to experience my surroundings fully. But as I thought of my senses, I thought of my body, and as soon as I did that, I found myself wishing I could see. The moment I wished for it, I gained a sort of vision. It wasn’t like seeing things with my eyes, but I could see, nonetheless. I took everything in, gauging my own relationship to them.
