The light electric glow illuminates my tent coloring my eyelids neon yellow as I lie on my soft, warm coversheet, hoping to go to sleep in the middle of the storm outside. The loud bang of the thunder striking the earth echoes in my ears like a drum in a cave. The moment I open my eyes I inhale through my nostrils, smelling fresh rain and moist grass, smells I am none too familiar with, living in the hot, humid Texas. The small, metal teeth of the zipper fall out of place as I move the cold handle downward in a swift motion. I step out into the open forest, my feet touching the bitter, wet, grass. I open my mouth and look up at the sky, letting the droplets of cool water sprinkle into my mouth as I look for any weak trees or branches above me that could fall on my campsite. The bright yellow sparks forming in the clouds make the plain taste of the cool, refreshing water …show more content…
I hear what I assume to be doctors shouting out numbers and letters, none of which I understand. I feel nothing but numbness now, I think they gave me some sort of anesthetic. I close my eyes again. I open them, feeling like no time had passed. I see bright blue shadows waltz around where I lie opening doors in front of my own personal moving bed. I feel pinches in my arms as small silver needles are inserted to help them distribute drugs more easily. My eyes get heavy; I try to speak but nothing comes out but mumbles and whistles. I close my eyes, feeling like they weigh more than a brick each. I wake up in a white room filled with medical equipment, “A hospital,” I think, as a swift bolt of pain moves down my body as I try to lift my foot. I grunt in pain as I see a woman in blue scrubs walk to the side of my bed, softly speaking, “Good, at least you can still feel below your neck.” I slowly process that and begin to remember the events of the previous night, or what I assume to be the previous. I get tired. I close my eyes