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::::::::I drifted farther and farther into the deep darkness of the abyss. The darkness was seemingly never ending. (Sounds kind of awkward?) As I twisted and turned in space, contorting my body into shapes not physically possible within reality, I could see nothing but nothingness(the void) all around me. It would be very difficult to describe the sight. It wasn't as if I was blind. (Maybe combine, rearrange, or otherwise make these two sentences a bit more... concise? "It wasn't as if I was blind; it was just incredibly difficult to describe the sight before my eyes.") My ability to see was completely intact, perfect even, evident by my being able to look down (or is(was) it up) and see myself. I could see everything with picture perfect clarity, as if it were a bright and sunny day. There just wasn't anything at all for me to see.
(A bit too much repetition of 'see'. Maybe change one of them?)

::::::::Many of the forces that existed on Earth were gone.(The first thing I thought was 'war? powers? nukes? XDD) I had absolutely no idea if there was any gravity, and the strangeness of nothing gave me no reason to lean towards either conclusion. The lack of wind resistance in this strange dimension was equally as off putting (doesn't that mean you don't like the place? I hadn't had any indication beforehand that you weren't enjoying it). It made it impossible to tell how fast I was falling, or if I was even falling at all. For all I knew, I could be floating upwards, or downwards, or sidewards, or I could (even) simply be suspended in mid nothing.

::::::::One of the queerest things about it was my attitude. Blatant indifference. It was kind of creepy that I could care nothing about my current predicament. The fear that had at first conquered my mind (it did? O.o I hadn't noticed) had since crawled back into the well of emotions from whence(I can't be certain, but I don't think those words are supposed to be used that way) it came, and no impressive (I think there might be a better word that that. 'overwhelming', maybe? intense?) feelings replaced it. No sadness at what I may have lost, no anger at getting stuck here. No, now my mind was overtaken by an extreme sense of boredom at the thought of floating/falling/hanging in this realm for the rest of eternity. (I'm not sure how, but this sentence gives me the 'showing, not telling' feeling... ish.)

::::::::I tried hopelessly to occupy my time with simplistic games. From playing rock, paper, scissors with myself to re-tying my shoe laces over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. In the end I felt, hard as it was for me to believe, (somewhat awkward placement?)even more bored: knowing I had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do was worse then simply thinking I had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do. (I like this. ;O)

::::::::I began to worry again, going back to that horrible, hopeless, helpless feeling that I had had when I first awoke in this place. Wanting to ease my mind as much as possible, I slipped my hands into my pockets, in an attempt to gain a position offering at least a bit more comfortability. (awkward sounding) Though it offered little, there was one good thing to come out of that minor movement. Imagine my surprise when my hand collided with a small something.

::::::::I pulled out the strange object, and it wasn't until I rested his eyes on it that I realized what it was. It was my mp3 player. I was overjoyed at the sight of it, and in my mind I quickly ran through samples of all of my favorite songs, all of which I now held in my outstretched hand. This excitement was swiftly and briefly eclipsed by a feeling of stupidity at having forgotten about this little piece of technological heaven. This shame didn't last long though, as it was soon pushed out of by mind by returned and rejuvenated euphoria.

::::::::I put the ear buds in and turned it on. I then allowed my body to relax and let myself to drift in the nothing, finding the feeling pleasurable now that I had something enjoyable to do. I was in this state for hours upon hours (which I could now gauge, simply adding up the lengths of all the songs I had listened to). With the sounds of my favorite artists wiping away any and all depressing thoughts I might have had, I found it much easier to think clearly about the circumstances I was in. I tried to think about how I had gotten there, but no matter how deeply I searched through my, possibly non-existent, memory banks, I kept drawing up blanks.

::::::::I couldn't remember anything. Even after giving the pages of my brain a few more cursory, and progressively more attentive, scans, there was nothing of interest to see. Nothing about myself was evident, nothing except for the fact that I was here, in this place. But I knew that there was much more then this. I knew about Earth, I knew about basic life, about the history of humanity, but I didn't know my own name, or my own identity, or my parents, or my friends.

::::::::Curiosity was the feeling that was currently occupying my conscious mind, but, strangely, I was almost completely indifferent and uncaring about it. Truthfully, much like before, this apathy was quite possibly the thing that I was most inquisitive about at the present time. I had no answer to why I felt that way. Maybe it was because, not knowing of my life outside this realm, I didn't know whether or not I had anything to miss. Maybe my life was horrible and I had simply repressed it. Maybe it was too stressful, and I had entered this place to get away from it all. What I feared most of all was waking up suppressed memories about myself, which would only make me feel worse, so I forced these inquiring words out of my mind and into the abyss.

::::::::I convinced myself that it was better that I didn't know, and instead of fretting over a better life that may not even be real, I should accept what was happening. With that pseudo-happy, yet still fairly comforting, thought in mind, I went back to the simple pleasure of listening to my music, resigning himself to my current fate.

::::::::Then my mp3 player went dead.

Nothing about myself was evident, nothing except for the fact that I was here, in this place. But I knew that there was much more then this. I knew about Earth, I knew about basic life, about the history of humanity, but I didn't know my own name, or my own identity, or my parents, or my friends.