I fall asleep in the silence of the empty room and the only thing it interrupts the ticking clock on the wall. I try not to think about anything and after a while I feel the slowly sinking into unconsciousness.
When I open my eyes again, I have a hazy look and disorientation. My head flies issues such as missiles. Where am I? Why am I here? And who am I?
After a while winking I get a clear view, but still can not see anything because my face was subdued in the mud. Gradually beginning to realize the pain throughout the body and sudden fatigue that pushes my face deeper into the mud. Slowly I breathe in through the nose, but now I regret it begins with me queasy. That smell … It’s just mud and blood … but a lot of blood.