I wake up and see a vaguely familiar ceiling above me. I lift my left arm, which hurts like hell, and see a human arm with an IV in it. Was it really all a dream brought on by the meds? I look around, I'm in my hospital room and clutched in my right arm is my trusty tablet. I'm alone, my friends must be resting or working, I'm sure they'll be here later.
I look around and see the same medical equipment hooked up to monitor me and keep me alive for a few more minutes. It sounds and smells just like I remember. I guess it was all a dream, there were some bad parts, but I feel disappointed, I would have preferred it to have been real. I lie back on the bed and grab my tablet, maybe I can check for new episodes, since I have nothing else to do.
