Drabble: Impressions

Impressions

Pain comes first. Then all the other sensation sort of leaks in, one channel at a time. So I know two things: (A) it didn’t kill me, and (B) judging by the pain, it was every bit as bad as I’d guessed during those long, long flash-before-your-eyes moments.

I think it’s a hospital, mostly because the light is so harsh, and because my distortion of thought would indicate medication of some sort.

In a moment of clarity I glance around. Maybe I’m dreaming, but I swear it’s not my body down there.

The waiting is the worst.