Morgue

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.