floating. i am laying on something hard. i can’t feel what kind of material it is, i can’t feel if it is cold or warm. i cannot feel.
a loud noise, and a bright spotlight comes on. i blink, adjusting my eyes to the sudden brightness. fear is starting to grip me now, wrapping around me like a fist. my head moves up a little, and i am fixated on the spotlight though. i can’t look away, even though i want to. there is a girl standing in the spotlight, short brown hair, blue shorts, brown shoes, a pink jacket. her glasses have dark lenses and the frames are spotted, like 