I am swaddled in warm blankets like a mummy or a corpse there somewhere adrift, unsure of where.
I am neither awake nor asleep. I hear a quiet voice speak to me, call me by name. "Lori, wake up."
I feel her hand on my head, warm and soft. "Lori, open your eyes." I lay there trying, knowing that I am in there somewhere, but I am cocooned and warm in that place. My eyes slowly open to see her there close to me, a tear runs down my cheek. "You're in the hospital. You had to have surgery. Are you in any pain?" I shake my head no. I cannot move, all I want is ice chips, she tells me its too soon. Another tear. There is only she and I in the recovery room. I look at the wall and the clock stares back at me. It's 10:30pm. That same tear still trickles slowly down my cheek, as I realized through that fog that I am utterly alone.
