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"Time passed in a haze of emptiness, at first. Grey was about her, inside her. She felt the walls dissolving when she wasn't looking, the world growing vague. Herself, too. Death, she felt, was a dissolving, a loss of coherence, of focus. It started long before the heart stopped. It was not about the heart stopping at all. It was the world going away, blowing away like so much sand. She could feel it as she sat by the bed, listening to the machine breathing for him: the world dissolving around them."

The fact that that's more or less a complete paragraph and not just a fragment, and I even know where to put it, actually makes this a fairly productive evening, for me.

I want to be able to write faster.

(This is all first draft, of course, so this paragraph will most likely change or disappear in further revisions. Just posting it here to complain a bit more about how frustratingly slow my progress is even when things are going reasonably well. *sigh*)