Hear the gushing sound of a sea shell.
The sea rising and falling as
You precariously float,
In and out of consciousness,
Gradually gaining clarity.
Hear the urgent muttering of voices,
Anxious but not wanting to be heard.
The sounds slowly separate
Into individual distinguishable personalities.
They are disturbingly familiar,
Yet unfamiliar too.
Your nerves are tingling and
You feel achy all over.
With effort you flex your fingers and
Register the soft and silky texture of the
Bed sheets beneath your fingertips.
Now breathe deeply.
Try and release the tension.
Inhale the sickly sweet scent of bleach
Accompanied by the lingering alcoholic aroma
Clinging to and stinging your nostrils.
You slowly lift your heavy eyelids and
Gasp. Your vision is foggy and fuzzy shapes are
Merging together, causing claustrophobia.
It's as if you're looking through frosted glass.