65I woke up in my too-familiar hospital gown in that same room - or it seemed the same.
"Oh, there you are. Welcome back." said a voice at my side.
Turning to that side, I saw the pretty brunette I had met in the Garden earlier.
"How are you feeling?" she asked with that dimpled smile of hers.
"Well, I could be doing worse, but right now I'm feeling OK."
"Good. Because we have some work to do if you're up to it."
"Work?"
"Well, that's probably not the right word. It should be a lot of fun. But let's get you out of here first."
It was then I noticed that she was dressed in a tailored blouse and slacks instead of any gown and robe.
She continued, "I brought you a change, and they are all there in the bathroom. So let's get going. Time flies, as it were, and I can explain as we go."
