Unknown POV
I hear children playing outside sometimes when I wake. Well... if you call it waking.
There is no scientists or grumpy people barking orders around me any more. Only the proper man occasionally and a woman who sings, talks to herself and seems... lovely. I don't know if she is talking to me or herself, actually. She might be talking to me, but her voice is soothing, so I don't mind.
Oh, and I'm sure there was another proper woman one day, but I can't be sure.
Waking again, I can hear birds singing outside, so it must be light outside.
Here I go! Let's see... what should I start with? Fingers or eyelids?
Hmmm... fingers.
OK, slowly I start with my right hand. Can i scrunch them up... YES!
FUCKING YES!!!!
OK, OK, OK. Left hand.... YES!
HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE!
OK.
