I could hear someone saying something. But I couldn't understand what they were saying. It was like they were talking on a cellphone with only one bar of service. The static was loud in my ear.
I couldn't move my body; I couldn't even open my eyes. This darkness was slightly comforting, but a voice kept chanting in the background.
Soon, it became more frantic and the darkness was exchanged for a reddish glow.
My arms began to feel cold, my eyes felt heavy, and I cold hear a beeping sound. The voice and static had disappeared.
My eyes became lighter and I could open them. A small lamp in the corner of this white room was the only source of light.
My eyes grew to adjust to the light.
I could make you a chair and two doors. I was lying in a white bed, and hooked up to some type of machine that would beep.
I saw the door to the right of the bed begin to open.
I saw a man step in. He looked to be in his mid-forties. His hair was a deep brown and was cut just above his shoulders. He had dark brown eyes that looked worn out. As if they used to radiate love and warmth but now held grief and slight anger.
He looked sad, as if he had lost everything important to him.
I wanted to help him.
I had to try to help him begin to heal.
But I don't think my first question actually helped.
"Who are you?"