“Where are my hands?” I shout, feeling my fingers wiggle yet not being able to see them. “What did you do to me? Where are my hands? My legs? Where are they? Tell me!”
My entire body thrashes from side to side as if the movement will cause the missing limbs to fall out of the sky. Nothing does though, and eventually, I stumble over dizzy. A twirling world covers me in a blanket of desperation. From that point on, no one else speaks to me. I eat the white food and use the restroom on the white towel. The white slowly drains the life of who I was out of me and fills in the gaps until nothing makes sense.
Twenty days later
A thin black strip infiltrates the typically seamless white fortress of my mind. I squint. The little dark shadow grows into a wide opening. I blink rapidly, not believi
