I woke up from a terrible nightmare. I had been held off the edge of a building with a rope tied around my ankles. I was so scared. It felt so real. I was released and I saw a face as I feel to my death.
It was the same face; the girl who had kept her distance in the dream before. I woke up I was screaming in my dream but woke up to no sound. I broke the straps that held my wrist and sat up.
My head got pushed into a soft warm chest, my head kissed, and ear rubbed gently. I feel asleep quickly to the sound of her heart beat and steady breathing. It was the same feeling as the real touch. The shock that went through me was gentle and loving.
Who is this woman? Why is she the only one to touch me? Why have I not heard her voice yet? Does she know who I really am? Does she know where I am?
I must try to talk to her in any way possible! I need to know something, anything! I want to know is my real name Joe? Where am I? What happened to me? Why can't I talk? Would she know the answers? She has to. She has to know what has happened!
I don't know where she is now. I've been awake for a while. I guess no one can tell. If they could I'm sure I'd be asleep by now. I know I can't naturally go to sleep as fast as I do. I try to fight it but I can not. They put me to sleep.
I start to stir to see if she will touch me again. She does not. Instead I feel uncontrollably sleepy again. Well that wasn't the greatest plan.
I don't know how long I slept but when I woke this time I knew I had to be still. The room was colder now. I think it must be night or early dawn. I hear a slight humming from the right and a clock chime a single time.
1:00 am. Of what day? Of what year? Does she know I am awake? She is still humming. Its a sweet lullaby. It makes me want to sleep, but I mustn't. I must know answers.
I slowly move the fingers of my right hand. I just need her attention. I hear a chair get picked up off the floor. I fell a breath. Breath, warm slow air from someone's mouth. She was so close I could feel her breathing.
I turned my head to her, and she put her hand on my cheek. I felt this longing so hard to explain. I started sobbing with no real meaning behind it. I felt her tip my head back and her lips press down on me.
Hunger took over me, not for food but for her. The taste of her lips slightly masked by the taste of tear drops. Why has she been crying? Oh, darling please don't cry anymore. That's what I wanna tell her.
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My name is Joe... or at least I think it is. that's what everyone here calls me.. I don't know who they are yet... because I can not see or speak. I am in a bed.. and I only have dreams of where I am.