Everything is blurry and dark. I'm not quite sure who I am or WHAT I am, but I can't move my limbs. "Doctor Parker, the patient is becoming conscious now". The woman's voice is oddly soothing and it seems to suck me in like I am falling down an endless pit. Tap, tap, tap. It became much louder now. TAP, TAP, TAP. "Ah, I see you are waking now. That was quite a trip you took; you've been unconscious for five days now." Things are still blurry, but I can see their silhouettes coming in and out of focus. "How are you feeling?", the doctor said. I try to talk and tell him I am unsure about everything, but nothing comes out except for odd noises. I want to talk, but I can't. "Oh, I'm sorry", his voice is sympathetic,"It's okay, don't talk, Let's give you time to recover a little". The tapping begins again, growing fainter as the two leave the room.
The smell of an electric heater and latex looms in the air, it's causing a throbbing sensation in my head. My eyes are beginning to feel like weights and I can just barely keep them open. The tiredness is too much and I begin to fall into a deep sleep.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word." I look up at her, gleaming like a diamond in the sunshine. "Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird." Her voice is the voice of a thousand angels. "And if that mocking bird don't sing." This is the memory of a mother and a baby. "Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring." My eyes are beginning to flood with tears as I wake up to a bright hospital room. Why can't I remember anything? Why am I here?
"You're looking a little parched. Would you like some water, perhaps?", the doctor observed, grinning at me, staring into me like a box of glass, waiting for a response. "y-y-ye-yes", the noise fluttering out of my mouth, tingling my lips, numbing my entire body. "Very well, my boy! Excellent! I can see you're making progress. Martha, get this boy a glass of water; he deserves it!"
"Right away, Doctor"
What should I ask? I have so many questions. "w-w-who are you? What am I doing here? What's going on?"
The smell of an electric heater and latex looms in the air, it's causing a throbbing sensation in my head. My eyes are beginning to feel like weights and I can just barely keep them open. The tiredness is too much and I begin to fall into a deep sleep.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word." I look up at her, gleaming like a diamond in the sunshine. "Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird." Her voice is the voice of a thousand angels. "And if that mocking bird don't sing." This is the memory of a mother and a baby. "Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring." My eyes are beginning to flood with tears as I wake up to a bright hospital room. Why can't I remember anything? Why am I here?
"You're looking a little parched. Would you like some water, perhaps?", the doctor observed, grinning at me, staring into me like a box of glass, waiting for a response. "y-y-ye-yes", the noise fluttering out of my mouth, tingling my lips, numbing my entire body. "Very well, my boy! Excellent! I can see you're making progress. Martha, get this boy a glass of water; he deserves it!"
"Right away, Doctor"
What should I ask? I have so many questions. "w-w-who are you? What am I doing here? What's going on?"
