The First Few Seconds

ok. ok. what happened?
where am I? Look around. Steady. Steady.
These bright lights. Shit. I should have followed my friend's (possibly brother's) warnings. The lights were dangerous. I couldn't resist. They. Are. So Beautiful! I'm in love. That soul-flooding warmth, that non-sensical assault of the senses.
I was the one.
I was the one who touched it; who felt at first-hand what everyone, even the weary ones, told me. As i got closer, it became more intense, i knew i would leave behind my past world of dull dreams and hollow irrevelances.
That eternal glow embodied me, took me in a complete attraction. The rumours were true, the radience would change my life. I knew it would. I felt it.
And now. And now. What has happened? Why am i on the ground?
I'm.
I'm stuck. My legs are unable to disjoin themselves from this viscous liquid, this will be my transparent death.
I look around. The walls are in a bowl around me.
So I stop to think. These are the first few seconds. Of the end. Of the end of my life. Has it already begun? I feel as so. Can't I do anything to make my time pass any faster?
No.
Wait.
Yes:
I shall think.