Maria
White lights. White on white because the ceiling, the walls - everything is so perfectly white. The sheets covering me - too. But it doesn’t smell like chlorine like it would in a normal hospital. It’s also too cozy. I try to sit up when a quiet voice tells me to lie back down.
“Try not to move too much,” he says.
I look up to see a man- he is young, perhaps almost thirty. Dressed in white, too. A doctor. But he is too handsome to be a doctor. Tall. He looks like an actor. But he also looks tired.
“Where am I ?” I ask, my voice raspy.
“Get some rest, I will be here. “
His voice slowly turns into an echo. I try to speak but my mouth is full of cotton. My eyelids are heavy, my limbs too. I feel like I am floating so I let myself sink in the feeling.
The next time I wake up
