“John, wake up”
I heard someone speak as if from far away. I opened my eyes and darted up, faintly wondering why I wasn’t feeling cold.
“You’re awake, finally.”
I looked up to see a man standing over me. He was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt. He was short and slight of frame.
He noticed I was struggling to get up and he came to help me. A strange sensation flowed through me as soon as his hand came in contact with my hand. It was a powerful force that was difficult to ignore, yet It didn’t seem threatening. If anything, a certain peace descended on me.
Once I sat up, he touched my forehead and when he removed his hand, I felt flushed. I could still feel the imprint of his hand on my forehead.
He stared at me with concern in his eyes. “You’re safe now, John.”
I looked at him
