Voices.
Voices swirl in a muffled hum.
Blinding light.
A huge white room with small gray stripes on the walls.
My heart throbs. Louder, louder, than the hum. Blurry people loom above me in white coats and black goggles. Something sharp penetrates my chest. I moan, but all I hear is my heart beating.
The humming swirls; the voices louden.
My heart beats louder, louder, faster, faster, faster than the hum.
Strange machines. Glinting metal. My body bound to a table.
"Cerulean."
My heart drums—faster, faster—thunders—louder, louder—Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
White light flashes.
Drum. Drum. Drum. Drum.
Blue light.
The drumming stops.
YOU ARE READING
Cerulean
Science FictionI have lost something. I know not what, but I cannot find it. I seek it endlessly, but it evades the grasp of my mind. Who am I? What is this place? Why is everything called cerulean?
