The slow creeping numbness crawls up my legs. This is the little death. The fading tells me I’ve lost something. I am lost. I drift down in the darkness every time. I am lost. My whispers go unheard. I am lost. I know my lips are moving because I can hear the words Garbled and lost in the darkness. I am lost. The echoes of the words lose themselves in my fading mind. There is nothing left. Darkness reigns again and the numbness finished its journey. I am lost.