I’m far far out. Here there is no light or sound. No pain or pleasure. Nothing at all that I can sense. No I to sense. Just black. Floating in outer space without a single star to gaze upon. No consciousness to desire to gaze. My eyes open and I’m hit with shifting light. Unable to clearly see the faces that are speaking to me, I settle on colors instead. Blue. Yellow. Fluorescent lights beam down from above. Figures are on either side of me as my body is being rolled through a room. Focus, Lawrence, Focus. I struggle to make out anything around me as I listen. “Where are you right now?” The hospital, I respond. “Is your name Lawrence?” Yes. “Where were you?” I pause. I can’t remember. Just black. Black.