I want to be asleep.

I was in the room and I could feel myself drifting away, the last glimpse of the blinding light stuck in my mind.

Then I was dreaming, although it felt too real, the coldness of the table felt too real. I could hear the doctors talking... about me? about my surgery? I didn't like this dream, it was far to serious.

Then I saw the glistening of something silver that closely resembled a knife. Actually, I think it was a knife.

I noticed it getting closer and closer towards my body, my stomach. My instinctive reaction was to grab his hand away from me but, for some strange reason I didn't move. I tried so hard to force my hand up, then my leg and then my head, my finger making the slightest twitch on my command would have been a relief at this point.

But again, I didn't move. I couldn't.

Then I felt an excruciating pain from my stomach, much worse than anything i've ever experienced before. I was being cut into. A doctor was cutting into me, and deeply at that may I add.

It was at that moment that I realised what was going on and it was not supposed to be happening.

I shouted and screamed for a few minutes, "I'm awake, I'm awake, stop, please, I beg you to stop." Yet I seemed to be mute but something was urging me to not stop, maybe there was a slight hope I could be heard? I was going mad, screaming, and the only person who could hear it was me. Screaming inside my own head. I just want to be asleep.