Obscured
This is the first chapter of this story and there will be more to come.
Sorry it is so short. Hope you like it. :)
I opened my eyes to blurs roaming smoothly from left to right. Gradually these figures began to lucid and I recognized them instantly. They must have noticed because they faced me; lips moving rhythmically. I heard a noise in the distance: less then a whisper an endless repetition. While pondering on this I failed to realize I was being spoken to yet another familiar face this one full of concern staring into me. A look in which one would expect when waking up in a hospital bed. I could feel the joints of my fingers crack as I flexed my hand stiffened from a motionless slumber. I stared at my hand and noticed my vision became more obscured. I blinked to bring everything back into focus. As I did so I felt my eye lids were beginning to fall; my rising exhaustion becoming increasing difficult to ignore. The mere effort it took to stay awake drained me of all my remaining energy and again it seems I fell into the obis.