Lying on this tiny hospital bed, felt like the world had ended. With the blank coughing and sneezes of someone, I knew something bad had happened. The world hadn't ended but something had happened.
And eventually, something bad did happen. Minutes ago, I couldn't open my eyes. I was stuck in a dream that seemed more real than it appeared to be. In that dream, I was being held and could not breathe no matter how hard I tried to, Replicating what had happened to me in real life.
Now, with a little glimpse of the outside as I wrap my head around all that had happened, I still couldn't believe it. At first, it felt like a dream. But then again it wasn't a dream. This time it was real. It was something that had happened days ago. Days ago?
Images of it keep surfacing, threatening to break me. Why do I keep letting people do that! I weep in my not-so-deep sleep.
