Death Cherry

[Ash]

Ash became aware of herself again after what felt like hours of staring at nothing. It was similar to falling asleep, but it was different. Instead of dreaming it was more like nothing happened for so long that she simply drifted out of thought. She felt as if she should be doing something, but couldn't find the motivation to break this lethargy. Not quite yet.

Not that this place was comfortable, it wasn't uncomfortable either though. It invited the lassitude she felt without encouraging it. The cold mysterious liquid has a soothing property and she felt aware of the cool air only when she thought about it, but for the most part, she was actually numb to it all. If she thought about her skin she'd feel the breeze playing with it. If she thought about her tail she'd feel the sensation of it being embraced by the thick substance at her back. if she thought about her hair she'd notice it was there. However, if she thought about her fingers she could feel them but could not muster the will to move them, same with her legs. Which, by the way, her feet, calves, and up to her knees were submerged in this substance.

She couldn't even gather the energy to break this feeling of apathetic torpor by simply turning her head to sate her curiosity of what exactly this liquid she was floating in was.