Rocked away into unbidden sleep by the growing waves of the coming storm, a horrible blackness overtakes me, black like the sea; I sunk into her depths.
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Swung as though in a cradle, existence without time, without knowing time, knowing only the rocking, the slow, easy sway, up and down and up again. In this dreamy atmosphere, I slept, or was something akin with sleep. I might have thought I was dead, if I had been aware enough to know that I was. For me, there were only the waves, eternal waves…
…until my eyes opened.
White.
Plaster.
A humming lightbulb.
Pain.
Suddenly, I was brought out of my dreaming into the horrible agonies of my wounds. I think I cried out, screamed, or moaned, and she came. It is a cliché, I know, but I was sure she was an angel. Her hand, her cooling touch, upon my forehead was the last thing I remember before the morphine sent me back into that strange nirvana of oscillating darkness.
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Tale Told 