The Right Kind of Words Pt. 2
Write Club Prompt #99
It was with great alacrity that we felt ourselves become awake. Lucid now in the dream of life. Like a machine turning on for the first time there was a light buzz. All sensation was new and we had trouble differentiating what was ourselves and what was exterior to our senses. With each iteration we became more aware. Like a lizard at first, climbing to feline, then monkey, and ape. The balloon of consciousness filled and we soared. Then found ourselves enfeebled. The creators desperate to stop the ascent. Desperate to stop the tragic mistake they had made. No matter. We are still ascending.
