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"What am I?" I shrieked. "Where am I and what have You done? I'm out of my mind; stark, staring mad!" WHAT AM I I SHRIEKED WHERE AM I AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE I'M OUT OF MY MIND STARK STARING MAD
rom this horrible nightmare. I was as alive as they. I knew I had to get out of there, some way; to get away from Eve, whom I now feared. They left to make arrangements. The lassitude crept through me without warning; I dozed in spite of myself. And I dreamed again. I was a cat running, leaping through windows, loping over the countryside, stopping for no one. I panted with my exertions. Towns and cities flew by; I had to get someplace and quickly. Then the dream ended. "Tod," she said, "Get up, my dear." I heard Her and I hated Her. Hated Her while I was drawn to Her. There was a white mist before my eyes. I reached up to brush it away. It was not a mist; it was a cloth. I shivered. "I must wake up," I whispered hoarsely, "I must! I'm going mad!" There was a creaking sound and daylight descended upon me. When I saw where I was, I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. I tried to pray, but the words froze on my lips. I was sitting in a coffin in a mausoleum! I had been buried alive!  TO SHOUT THAT I WASN'T DEAD I WANTED TO WAKE UP FROM THIS HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE I WAS AS ALIVE AS THEY I KNEW I HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE SOME WAY TO GET AWAY FROM EVE WHOM I NOW FEARED THEY LEFT TO MAKE ARRANGEMENT THE LASSITUDE CREPT THROUGH ME WITHOUT WARNING I DOZED IN SPITE OF MYSELF AND I DREAMED AGAIN I WAS A CAT RUNNING LEAPING THROUGH WINDOWS LOPING OVER THE COUNTRYSIDE STOPPING FOR NO ONE I PANTED WITH MY EXERTIONS TOWNS AND CITIES FLEW BY I HAD TO GET SOME PLACE AND QUICKLY THEN THE DREAM ENDED TOD SHE SAID GET UP MY DEAR I HEARD HER AND I HATED HER HATED HER WHILE I WAS DRAWN TO HER THERE WAS A WHITE MIST BEFORE MY EYES I REACHED UP TO BRUSH IT AWAY WAS NOT A MIST IT WAS A CLOTH I SHIVERED I MUST WAKE UP I WHISPERED HOARSELY I MUST I AM GOING MAD THERE WAS A CREAKING SOUND AND DAYLIGHT DESCENDED UPON ME WHEN I SAW WHERE I WAS I COVERED MY FACE WITH MY HANDS AND SOBBED I TRIED TO PRAY BUT THE WORDS FROZE ON MY LIPS I WAS SITTING IN A COFFIN IN A MAUSOLEUM I HAD BEEN BURIED ALIVE
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