Chapter 5:

It was dark, pitch dark where he was right now. He couldn't see anything, there wasn't even a glimpse of light, not anywhere. But he wasn't afraid, he didn't feel trapped or lost right now. Actually it was difficult for him to sort out what and if he was feeling after all. His senses seemed to be somehow numb – he didn't feel cold or warm, didn't feel any pain or any sensation on his skin. It seemed like the air was totally still, there was no sign of wind, not even a breath of it.

He wouldn't remember anything – not how he got here, what had happened before or even how long he was here already. He had no sense of time – he couldn't piece together if he was standing here thinking for minutes or for days already. But even the realization of not knowing where he was, how long he was here and why, didn't scare him. He felt comfortable where he was, although the complete darkness normally wasn't something people liked that much. But he felt completely salvaged, like a child would be feeling inside his mother's lap before it was born.

He took a chance – finding courage for doing it hadn't been necessary for he still didn't feel any fear – and tried to step forward in the darkness of the room. All of a sudden the surrounding changed. He knew this was wrong, strange at least, but he wasn't able to feel this way. To him it felt absolutely normal, though he logically knew that it wasn't.

He had a look at the new surrounding around him and as the feeling of surprise at least should've invaded him, he felt nothing once again. The area around him looked like a deep old forest. A forest that one read about in fairytales, filled with wonders and dangers of a world far beyond reality. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, although the surrounding was still pretty dark and he was all alone.

The forrest itself contained tall, large trees probably some hundred years old. There were all kinds of different trees around him and all of them had a dark brown bark and full deep green leaves, which caused the semi-darkness of his surrounding. There were no pathes visible around him. The whole forest – or the part of it that he was able to see – looked like there had been nobody there in the past thousand years and everything had had it's chance to blossom like it had wanted to.

It seemed as if there was no chance to escape from this place, but he didn't feel like leaving after all. It was such a beautiful place and he didn't wish to be ripped out of here ever again. Logically he knew that he would need a place to stay at and something to eat, but he didn't care about it right now. He would take the time and think about it later. For the moment he just wished to sit down here for a while and look at the beauty around him.

Slowly he stopped thinking about the obvious question someone would have in a situation like this. Where am I, why am I here and how did I get here. But it all seemed so unimportant, so unnecessary to find out about. Why was he supposed to care about the where and how, when he had all this for himself? He felt happy here, content and without the slightest sign of doubt ot fear. He felt that relieved and rid of any negative emotion at the moment that he couldn't even think of anything else but the actual situation. There was nothing he wanted to change, nothing he wanted to know – he simply wanted to stay.

But somewhere deep in the back of his mind there was this dark, nagging, scaring sensation. He almost didn't feel it, but he knew it was there. He had no idea what this was about and as he had decided a minute ago he didn't want to find out, but it stayed where it was without going away. But neither did it decrease or increase, it was just simply there.

He ignored the feeling for the moment and concentrated on that glorious, wonderful, fulfilling sense of being safe. There was nothing that would harm him, he was safe in this forest for all eternity. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he just knew it was right – it was the truth.

He sat down in the dry and slightly warm grass and moss covering the ground and took the time to intensively look at everything around him. Although it looked like the forests he knew, something was wrong about it. It was different from the forests he had been to before. But it was nothing dangerous that made the difference here – nothing that would cause one to feel fear. It was just somehow strange, but without disturbing that amazing feeling of peace.

Time still didn't seem to matter for he still had no idea how long he already was sitting here. The shine of the light above him wasn't changing – it didn't get brighter or darker, but stayed absolutely the same. And there still was not even the slightest breeze of wind. The leaves were neither moving, nor were making any sound and as he listened carefully now, there wasn't even a trace of any sound around here. No falling leaves, no deers or birds, no splash of water – nothing.

He realized that he couldn't even hear his own breathing or the sound he should've heard when he went through the grass with his fingers. But except for the lack of sound, his senses still had that numb feeling. He wouldn't feel the grass on his fingers when he touched it and he couldn't smell the fragrance of the trees. But he knew it wasn't wrong, nothing was wrong. For the first time in life he felt absolutely secure. But the nagging sensation in the back of his mind told him that a feeling like this had nothing to do with the real world after all. This had to be something else.

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A.N.: I hope this chapter wasn't all too confusing. I was trying to create some imagery of mind which a comatose patient might be in. Like some form of a safe haven to protect body and soul. If anyone of you ever read "The Lazarus Child" you'll know where I was going with his.

Please R+R.