Grogginess pulled at my
eyelids.
Eyesight evaporating.
Adrenaline rushed.
Forgot.
What was it? Sleep
called to me, a powerful seductress easing me out of consciousness.
Realization.
It was cold. Why was it so cold?
Where was I?
I tried to think of
the things that happened, but...
Couldn't.
She was whispering in my ear,
"It's alright, just sleep."
I almost gave in.
So hard not to.
I stood
and shook my limbs, looking around, not knowing where I was.
It was dark.
Dark
and cold, cold and dark.
I wondered if I was still asleep, just dreaming.
No.
I
was too awake to be asleep, if that made any sense.
I touched the nearest wall,
feeling for a switch, fear beginning to creep through my foggy barrier of
sleep.
I found instead a handle and pulled instinctively, reaching inside.
Metal.
Cold.
Cold.
Soft. Soft?
It rose to a high peak and fell, flat lining and
rising at a slow but steady pace.
I froze, sleep forgotten as I realized what I
touched.
And screamed.
