Helpless

I moved up and down in the darkness, floating in a soft sky. Like a little boat on the ocean, the steady, slow movements made me feel doozy.

Like in a lousy movie, a short glimpse broke the darkness. Wooden walls. A tiny lamp and bed sheets. Then, back to the darkness, warm, soft, and safe. Like I was lulled into a thick, fluffy blanket, letting me sigh in contentment and lean into it with a smile.

Dreamless, no worries, nothing but the soft night. I had no sense of time or place, but it didn’t worry me. It didn’t bother me; I just existed, and it felt so lovely. One voice was there often, whispering behind the night curtains. On and off, words and a soft murmur accompanied brief images of light and wooden walls.

I stretched my arms over my head and squinted toward the light. My body felt heavy, but a smile graced my lips. Like I just woke up from the best sleep I've ever had in my life. But I felt increasingly confused with each breath and every time I blinked.

Where am I? How did