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Mummy

10/11/2020

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   It's dark. I'm stiff and cold. My body feels wrapped up tight. I cannot move. Am I dreaming? I try to bite my lip to see if this is real but my jaw will not move. A dream them I say. With all the effort I can muster I try to open my eyes. They are heavy and I start to doubt that I can lift them at all. Finally I do.
    I cannot see much in the dark, but I swear something is covering my eyes. My lashes flutter and bang against something I cannot see. That's it I'm done. I try to move my arms but they will not lift. Wake up! I try to scream. With all the effort I can muster I lift my arm. It feels as if it's suck in a forever elbow bend like a barbie doll. I raise it inch by inch to my eyes and clumsily club at my eyes. 
   My fingers only feel fabric and I realize then, I am wrapped in the stuff. I inch my other arm along my leg. Strips of fabric. I do not like this dream. I must wake up.
     "Wake up," I yell inside my head. "Wake up." I bite my lip again hard, but I feel nothing. Nothing but the fabric wraps around my head, my arms, legs, feet, and eyes. Fabric that is keeping me from seeing. Keeping me from realizing what I've become and I knew now I could only be one of two things. I was either lost in a dream I could not wake from or more unlikely a mummy. A mummy like in the old pyramids or in my paranormal books. A mummy who was waking up.

Mummy
​By: Cassie M Shiels
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