Time to Think

Cara, felt so disoriented. She tried to close her eyes to shut out the white light. But it was as if her eyes were stuck wide open. When she tried to cover her eyes with her hands that didn't work either. At first she thought she might be tied down. But when she attempted to move her arms she didn't feel any resistance. She tried to move her legs, but it was the same as when she tried to move her hands. There was no feeling of resistance. As best as she could tell she wasn't bound up or anything. Instead it was almost as if she just didn't have arms or legs to move. She thought it was very strange that this thought didn't fill her with panic. Instead, she really didn't seem to care very much at all. She didn't know what it all meant. Maybe she was really dead. The thought of being dead didn't make her feel afraid, or sad, or even angry at having her young life cut short. Maybe a little annoyed, but again that was mostly because she didn't know how to navigate this place.

So, because