Incredible beauty surrounds me. I sit in a field of wildflowers. There are poppies, crown vetch, asters, and baby’s breath everywhere. I can see hazy mountains in the distance and a clear lake towards the far end of the field.

But something is wrong. And I don’t know what because it’s always this way.

I am always alone. And my mind is almost blank. The only thing that ever brings any memories to the surface is a voice. It comes from… outside. I can’t explain it.

Sometimes there are different voices, there is a smooth one, and a very deep one, as well as one that is usually choked up. I feel like I should know the voices, they’re always calling someone’s name. “Hannah…” I can only ever hear fragments.

I want out.
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The heart monitor continued its slow, steady beep; unchanged. Her mother’s thumb rubbed small circles into Hannah’s limp hand. Tears rolled down the woman’s pale cheek. Time and money were running low. It had been too long.

All she could do was pray for Hannah to wake up.