Soon a sea of white coats will storm the cold and sterile room.
The harsh white light beats down upon me from above,
Leaving me to see only floating stars and black spots dancing around as I desperately try to force my eyes to focus.
Like the roaring waves of a hurricane ravaged sea my heart pounds against my chest. I think it may burst under the force.
I hear a voice now, still blinded by the overhead light.
The voice tells me to count back from ten and slips a mask over my face. I hate the mask. I can’t count. I panic.
the light is gone
the voices are gone
the mask is gone
the panic is gone
and I am
Dreaming of waking from this unnatural sleep