Am I lost or am I found by D.

I lay paralyzed by the darkness of the day. Immobilized and bound to the mattress by threads of emotion. Frozen lips call out but the silent words go unheard. Watching the minutes pass slowly as time goes backwards. The tingling of anxiety washes over my motionless limbs numbing me further into submission. All of the movement holds me still. The stability is so fragile and the fragility so solid. This is where the colors are so bright they are not visible and the grey areas are crystal clear.