Before, it was dark.
Now there is light,
Bright and dancing across my eyes.
It glows and shifts, gold and bright,
And behind it is the dark from before,
And maybe it shifts too.
I see figures, silhouetted by the light.
They glow too and wear bright halos.
I can’t see their faces.
There’s a voice, soft and sure.
“Just stay calm.”
Aren’t I though?
I watch the lights above me,
They’re so very pretty.
Shiny and gold and so, so pretty.
I don’t know where I am, and everything seems far away.
I feel floaty and fuzzy;
The world is a blur of light and dark.
The figures are people, I think.
And I can still hear the voice.
“Calm down, just breathe.”
She has a very nice voice.
Such a nice thing to wake up to.
Is this waking up?
I can’t tell.
“Breathe, just breathe. Calm down.”
It hits me now, how rapid my breaths are.
How they could be interpreted as panic,
Though I feel so at ease here.
I don’t want to leave, but I try to slow my breathing.
She’s asking so nicely, after all,
And she seems worried about me.
In, Out. In, Out. In, Out.
Why would anyone be worried here though?
Can’t she see the lights?
I try to watch them again, but they’re fading now.
Or the dark is receding, and they’re merging into one.
Now the light is much too bright,
And the shadows from before are entirely gone.
The figures resolve fully into people, into nurses.
I am awake.