It was dark. But my mind was awake. I realized that I could think. I think, therefore I am. There was something heavy on my head. I quickly took it off. It was a helmet. It wasn’t dark anymore. I could see. There was a slight headache, but it

I woke up. Or rather, I didn’t really wake up, I just opened my eyes. I lazily stretched my arm to check the time. I had slept way too much, but still somehow felt tired. I hated this feeling. What was the point of sleep if it didn’t

When I woke up, it was already morning. Liz had left for work, so I was alone. A cup of tea stood on the table next to an open package of biscuits. I checked the time. It was an hour and a half after the start of the workday, but

“Good morning.” The same sentence, but a different voice. A pleasant woman’s voice this time, without the robotic tone. The headache was way too familiar. “Your head will hurt for a minute or two. This is normal. Just try to relax. Please don’t stand up for a few

“Good morning.” That was the first thing I heard when I woke up. For the first few seconds, I didn’t understand where I was or why I was here. The only thing I felt was a very strong headache. “You can take a glass of water on your left.