It was like I was floating. Not quite flying, but definitely not on the ground.
Lights are flashing, there is a weight on my chest. It’s getting harder to breathe.
Voices speak in hushed tones around me. I strain to hear what they’re saying, but it’s like I’m underwater.
The lights flash brighter, before muting into a soft orange. One of the voices is suddenly clearer above the rest.
“It’s okay, you’re okay.”
Strong arms hold me for a little while before being replaced with softness on my back. The person lays some kind of cover over me, pulling a series of chirps from me.
“Rest.”
Now I recognize the voice.
It’s Carlos.
Waking up, the house is quiet.
Unsettling.
I push the cover off myself, shakily getting to my feet and leaning against the wall for support.
Deep br
