DISCLAIMER: Nothing related to J.K. Rowling here is mine.
Darkness.
It defined my whole life. Time doesn't pass in limbo. That is where I was; without light, I was merely existing. Awake, my eyes were closed. Asleep, I felt somewhat more alive. In spite of the perpetually stuffy air that reminded me that I'd be as well off in a coffin, in my sleep I could see and interact. At best, in my waking hours, dim light was caused from daylight. It was just enough to see the definition of the walls but not the spiders that crawled over my legs. When I sleep, I see vivid and brilliant colors that I did not have even when I was among my family at home. Even when I had light. As my brain replenished my process of thought after cramped and sedentary days, I saw angels and a wolf in sheep's clothing. These angels spoke in voices like wind chimes and wore skin like alabaster I'd seen only when passing the richest of homes, nestled between the place I used to exist and the places I needed to be.
The angels moved around me with a grace I could not have from the beginnings of muscle atrophy. They had warm and golden eyes, like sun reflecting from polished wood.
The wolf in sheep's clothing was much the same, invitingly beautiful but he was also terrifying. This monster waited for one of the herd to stray before he could pounce and drain the blood from their throats. Drain the light from their eyes. He was determined. Resolute.
I woke sometimes and cried; though it was frightening to see such a being, it was pleasant in comparison to darkness and silence. I received food without greeting. I slept and awoke without much ability to tell the time of day. Only once did it change.
In the midst of the brilliance of a dream, I saw the man again, vicious as he ran though the trees. He was knocking them over as he ran if they blocked his path. The coloring fade out to darkness. I knew for certain for the first time in an immeasurable amount of time that it was day and my eyes were open. Cold fingers ran gently over my arm.
"I apologize for the pain this will bring you," he said simply. "Truly."
Half dazed from sleep and unadjusted eyes, I felt no comprehension as he bent low over my neck with lips pressed to my skin. Teeth sunk into my vein and then the darkness came back. I saw still more vivid images of the angelic people and the terrible man. In addition, my skin felt feverish. It felt as though it had when I'd burned my hand on the stove at my job baking bread, but it was all over.
Sometimes I could hear distant sounds of a voice washing over me in cool waves. I always heard the hoarse sounds of cries that could have been coming from my own throat. I felt detached from existence, detached from the pain, before long.
And after an entire eternity, my eyes fell open.
The world was sharp, luminescent, brilliant.
I was reborn.