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The white surrounding me is uniform and unbroken, the same as pitch dark. Its milky light is blinding. A howling wind has cancelled any other sounds, I might as well be deaf…
My every pore feels under attack, as millions of icy needles prick my exposed skin. My body doesn’t feel like my own, so heavy with weariness, but my feet continue to shuffle forward.
I don’t remember why I’m here facing this storm, but where is “here”?
It feels like I have been doing this for an eternity as I try to cling to memories of my home, of my friends and of her. The images seem faded and everything feels futile, just slipping away, like the snow running through my fingers.
I know I must have walked in circles; I’m going nowhere, although I don’t even know where I want to go. The inexorability of all hits me hard and I’m aware that it’d be so easy. I can let go, lie down and go to sleep, rest, stop fighting, thinking, breathing…
Suddenly, I stumble and fall upon the frozen ground, the snow swirling around me like evil dervishes, but then I hear it. Her voice sounds so far away that I might be imagining it but I’m back on my feet, the effort nearly making me faint.
My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton wool but I shout back, every scream feels easier, every step lighter.
Now I can really hear her. ‘This way, my darling, fight it. Come back to me!’
Every atom of me reaches forward, her voice is now my beacon, my hope. Then I see her face, clearer and clearer, nearer and nearer. I’m not cold anymore as I see yellow walls around me. The wind has also stopped and it’s some machinery beeping I hear instead and another voice.
‘He’s fully awake now. The coma hasn’t left any damage, and he’s found his way back to you…’
It’s night outside the window but it’s always dark before the light.