Persuasions

The View

    Ow, owwwwww, oww; death is but a welcoming embrace if this is what living feels like. 

I was awake, and instead of waking up on that wretched, cold beach that would be the cause of many nightmares to come, I embraced the feeling of warmth that was coming from the heating system that purred through the vents right by the bed I was lying on. 

Every cell, every tissue, every muscle, and every bone in my body ached as if I'd been bulldozed a dozen times, and then some more. I lifted my slim, tanned arms and felt my head. I didn't feel any major open lacerations, but did feel a few bumps and cuts that sent an instant reactive nerve to flare through my body when I applied pressure. owe. My long, brown wavy hair was matted and dirty. And I smelled like Death's Dirty Mistress. I couldn't get up, not because I was handcuffed, but because I didn't have the energy to move. I'd give myself a few more minutes of tranquility before I decided to seek whoever was acting as my captive, or savior. 

With my body acting as concrete, that left my eyes to loom over my surroundings. The room was elegant, expansive and sophisticated to say the least. I lay on a bed that was clearly custom made to be larger than the average, and its white fluffy weighted blanket offered my the comfort that I desperately needed after a tremendous, blurry afternoon. I still could not remember who I was. Think. Think. Think. Every time I would  think the searing headache resurfaced and drained me of the little energy I did have. The dark wood panels that covered the walls and flood where comforting, warm and offered me solace. That is, until I turned and faced the other wall, the wall that was clearly a tall, cold glass that gave view to the ocean that had swallowed me into it's darkness. 

All I remembered was screaming and my feet touching the floor before once again I faded away.