The light shone brightly down onto his emaciated, paralysed body.  Arms as thin as matchsticks lay limp at his sides and his legs lay twisted beneath him at a most sickening angle.   
How long had he lain here? he had no clue, it could have been days, may even be weeks, all he knew was that his belly was far past the point of aching for fresh sustenance.
He tried to keep his mind active by moving his eyes from one place or object to another, then he would try and remember after several eye movements the objects he had looked at, and in what order. He was just in the midst of one of these mind exercises when something suddenly struck him as rather peculiar. He noticed that his legs had become longer. "Longer within seconds, can't be", he thought deliriously to himself, "my mind must finally be cracking".   This time he took another even more careful look and sure enough through his tired eyes could actually witness his legs physically growing.   They now began to grow even more rapidly, twisting and turning and elongating as if pulled by some invisible force, stretching weirdly at  all angles  around the room, reaching up towards the ceiling above his head. "Finally", he thought to himself in a weird sort of haze," my mind has snapped". "Bye-bye mind, farewell, have a nice trip, bon voyage".
His legs they just kept growing and growing until eventually there was no more growth space within the room.
Trying to escape from the shear madness of this situation he imagined himself to be lying beneath the thick branches of an overgrown tree, ancient branches twisted and gnarled all around him. But when one of those branches suddenly looped itself around his neck and started squeezing, he instantly came crashing back to reality.
For one of his legs was now tightening like a muscular noose around his neck, throttling the life out of him. Tighter and tighter and there was nothing he could, he felt himself slipping into a deep and everlasting welcoming darkness, and for the first time in ages he actually felt happy as the face of death greeted him with a dark and knowing smile.
M.J.Hewitt