My eyes fluttered open to blackness, and I stared out into the dark. I had no thoughts or memories. My mind was as blank as a clean sheet of paper. I blinked and waited for something to return.
It was slow at first, like the first few words typed in a message. The information came in spurts then began to build, and the blank page of my mind filled with thoughts.
I squeezed my eyelids shut and ran my hand over the surface underneath me. It was not my usual soft mattress I"d lain on every night, but something much different - spongy. My hands and fingertips investigated the material. They pressed and rubbed as my mind searched for recognition. After a moment, they ventured over the edge and found a much rougher and harder surface. Am I lying on a floor? I opened my eyes back to the dark.
