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Grey. Blue-grey.
Playing a mind game as my eyes stay closed.
Slate grey. Brownish.
Lying perfectly still.
Wondering what time it is.
The room I’m in is probably dark.
Wait.
I’m not perfectly still.
My diaphragm is moving as I breathe.
Now that’s all I’m aware of—
My breathing.
And my heart beating.
I need to focus.
Okay.
Black. No, not black. Focus.
Taupe. Dark taupe.
What the—
Tiny pinwheels of light
Floating in the... black?
From my mind. Wow.
I wonder when the doctor will return.
It’s getting warm.
.
.
*
Huhm. Huh?
I must’ve fallen asleep.
My nose itches.
I can’t reach... damn
There’s no room to move my arm!
Hey— my head just—
Jesus, what the hell is going on,
I can’t tell - are my eyes open??
What’s hitting my forehead?!
“Hello, is anybody there?
Nurse! DOCTOR!!
WHERE IS EVERYBODY??
“CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME??
CAN ANYBODY HEAR MEEEEE...”
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