Is this Hell?

It doesn't feel like hell. What happened to the chains? Where are the flames? Why is no one screaming? Why is it so very dark and quiet?

I have arms. I have hands. I am whole again. No blood, no pain; is this some new form of torture?

Son of a bitch, I think I might have clothes. If I have clothes maybe I have pockets. Is it possible? Such a small thing maybe they didn't see it. My lighter, could they have left it on me?

When the light flares I realize I'm in my grave.