50 Doors

Awareness slowly came to me. I first became aware of myself and my senses began to gather information. My first thoughts were regarding my physical comfort. I was laying in an awkward position on a cold hard surface and my eyes were closed. The air was still and cool against my skin. I heard only the sounds of my own breathing and the slight rustling of my jacket. I noticed the slight odor of my own perspiration mixed with a hint of deodorant. I tasted a slightly salty moisture in my mouth and felt the pain where I had evidently bitten my tongue. I sensed that no other person was near. My next thoughts were “who am I?”

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