You’re in a dark room…
My entry:
It was all darkness around me. I fumbled about … found something … pulled myself up.
Voices in the distance. I considered staying silent — where the hell was I? — but the oppression of the blackness was jiust too great. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Silence … then footsteps. I heard a door open, but no light came through it. Was this whole place dark? “Hello?”
“Mister Waid, you’re awake.”
“Yes — what time is it? What’s goiing on?” I felt compelled to lower my voie. “Where are we?”
“You’re at St. Crispin’s Hospital, Boston. The intensive care ward.”
“But — why can’t I –?” I stopped. The answer was suddenly, blindingly obvious.