That was dark. Very dark fettle.
I wasn't able to get standing on my own foot, or even my with my consciousness.
There were no peps to be rigged out, neither my brain nor my soul.
But then I felt a light came across my vision.
Dangled like a tail, bunch of strength streaked to my bosom.
Splinters the mirk gloom till it became a vivid glow.
I felt like some fingers were holding mine.
Soft ones, clement ones.
Pulse of life was precisely transferred.
I could catch a line of smile, too, that was short in time, but long in savor.
An overpower smile which was never discarded by my memory.
Which I hadn't been beheld protractedly.
And I last.
That unforeseen strength...
... has gotten me alive.