Non-reality was black,
and it didn’t hurt so much.
Reality was red, and it felt like I was
being sawed in half, hit by a bus,
punched by a prize fighter,
trampled by bulls,
and submerged in acid,
all at the same time.
Reality was feeling my body twist and flip
when I couldn’t possibly move because of the pain.
Reality was knowing there was something
so much more important than all this torture,
and not being able to remember what it was.
Reality had come on so fast.
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 19, p.369
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