Person A

My lungs were whooshing as they inhaled and exhaled, trying to support my racing heart. My mouth swallowed a wisp of air as I kept moving. They were after me, but I was faster, or so I thought. I knew I was trying to escape something.

An eerie realization came that I was not in the reality of the normal world.

It wasn't dark. It wasn't light. There wasn't noise but it wasn't silent.
It was as if light had never existed.
Sound had been merely an illusion.
I hadn't crashed into anything yet.
I was running, but was I moving?
Was I breathing?
Was I alive?