I do not understand! Why am I back here, in my own room, when all I remember is that I was walking my way home?
Could it be that I finally managed to get home only to die in my sleep, and then somehow my soul returned to this place—the place where I remain, intact and aware? If that is the case, then perhaps I never truly died at all.
My thoughts spin in endless circles. I feel as if I have been caught between life and death, no longer sure if I am waking from a long slumber or trapped in an endless nightmare.
"You have been asleep for a whole week! The doctor said that you slipped into a coma while you slept—"
Her voice came in a rush, a barrage of words that blurred into constant, desperate chatter. I barely managed to catch fragments of her tone as she persisted in her explanation.
