The world spun around her in ways deemed impossible by our science books, making everything seem artificial, fake. So she tried to capture an image, a scenery, or something that would make everything seem real, to make the dream that she was trapped in to go away.
Tired and weary she took a deep breath and reached out her hands to grasp onto something. If she could grasp on to anything that was there, an image or even an item, she would capture it and keep it in her memory, to see and to understand what she was going through. But she was too slow, her hands narrowly missed the item, and her heart panged in defeat.
She watched the world spin around her and her heart began to beat faster and faster, yet her mind was slower and slower. She couldn't keep up, and she couldn't take it all in. She reached out again in desperation, her heart yearning for just one touch or feel of anything near her, to escape the trance, to ignore the emotions that were overcoming her.
She tried again and again, her hair flying in her face and the speed of the rotations only increasing when she attempted anything. Annoyed and losing hope, she reached out again, marking it her last and final time of trying.
Her long fingers reached out and brushed the end of a chair, and her eyes widened in excitement. She closed a hand around the chair leg and pulled it in and stared at it her heart beating erratically. She made it, she was done.
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