Naomi thought that parting her heavy eyelids was the worst task in the world until she woke up and confronted the heavy feeling of aloneness within the four corners of the abnormally white room.
“Ngh…” She grunted before forcing her body to sit and look around. Withering flowers and old fruits on the bedside table. Life machines on her left. Flowing yellow curtain by the window. No other familiar soul was present except for the female standing by the foot of her bed, dressed in white.
“Oh, hello dear. You are awake.” The nurse greeted Naomi as she hurried to her side and helped her seat down. She didn’t forget to encourage her to take it easy and ask questions that would remind her that she wasn’t disoriented at all.
But the truth is, she is.
Naomi doesn’t know where she’s been. Sh
