Bright lights awaken me.
It's cold.
Where am I?
I speak, but no one can hear me.
I reach for a blanket.
Feeling the resistance.
My body draped in white.
I can't move.
Am I dead?
Where am I?
I hear voices.
Hello?... "it's cold out here".
Please... a blanket if you would.
Bright lights, streaming in my eyes.
I can't blink, tears collecting.
Again, feeling resistance.
I am awake, but where am I?
Voices still heard.
Medical jargon I suppose.
"Advanced decerebration".
What is that?
Hello...... help me.
Can't you here me?
My body starting to thicken.
No fluids racing within me.
My resistance, no more.
My body defined.
Extinct.
Bright lights upon me once more.
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