My senses. I think I have lost my senses. I don't remember how I got here. I am a bit hazy about the last few minutes of my life.
And then things went rather black for a while. I think I lost my senses then - when things were black. Not sure. Maybe not. Cause I could still remember how great it felt to swoop down on that mouse. The wind rushing against my wings... my eyes focused, my whole being was about that moment... about that mouse. And then... ah well, that is when the world went black. Blacker than the night time that I was flying in that is.
Now I only have the memory of enjoying the feeling of the wind. The strong smell of fear in that mouse. I remember feeling and smelling that. But I no longer know what it feels and smells like. Just memories. And… and this smell. What is it? Smells like chemicals. Hate it.
The mouse has been dead for a long time. I am not sure … I think I have lost my sense of time too! But it is not decomposed. But it is so dead. I think I am dead too. God I can't see or hear a damn thing either!