My heart slows. The beat shuffles along, struggling. My blood turns to a sweet syrup. My left arm tingles just a bit, like pins and needles on the inside of my elbow. My brain is like a tray once laden with crystal glasses of all sorts of colors and sizes. They like cracked and strewn on the floor around me. My feet are concrete blocks. My eyes retreat from my face. Everything looks like I'm looking at it from the wrong end of a telescope.
But then your eyes stray from me once more, and the sounds of the room fill me once again.
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