My head aches. I try to open my eyes, blackness. Are my eyes open? They feel open. The darkness that surrounds me is thick and heavy. Am I blind? I attempt to rub my eyes with the hope of restoring my vision. I cannot move my arms. Come to think of it I cannot tell if I am standing or lying. Surrounded by the darkness I cannot move. Where am I? How did I get here? Try to remember.
My eyes open with a jolt. My bedside table is in front of me. On the corner of the table a digital clock radio is beeping loudly: 8:00am. I smile as I feel movement behind me. Josh's arm reaches over me and clum…
