Was I brain dead? No. It was simply working differently. It had moved into my whole body, exactly where it belonged. Safe. Strong. Clear. Sound.
“Hello,” I said to me, and my feet grinned as I melted into Earth.
“Play,” Earth teased my shins.
Suddenly, Gravity was dancing me. No, wait, I was Gravity dancing; yes, that’s it, and I found out there’s no gravity to Gravity.
Part of the hell hole trap.