Ask the paint brush

She awoke slowly unable to move her eyes, body stiff. She tried again and again to move. Her body stiff and unresponsive. She felt trapped unable to move as the world passed her by. But she was able to see even though she had no eyes. All around her was a world of white with floating pages. The pages float about unaffected by gravity. She remained like that for what felt like ages watching the papers float by. A part of her wished she could move just so that for a moment she felt something shift within her as the wistfulness began to fade. She focused on that feeling and felt her new stiffer form move lifting itself up. It was shaky but she was floating. She tried to remember how she had gotten there and why she couldn’t bend nor shift, but couldn’t.