When you wake up, what is the first thing you notice? It's not the temperature nor the sun, but sound, life moving around. What happens when silence, no cricket nor bird chirping, is your answer. What about your memories of what you did before your slumber? Maybe, Coma, is a better word. What about then and then the gray wrap that is supposed to be the sky? When it isn't blue, yet it is warm without rain? My story of how I survived, or died, starts off with this awful start, can't get worse though? Right?