{a couple of months later}
This ceiling is unbelievably white. Could it get any whiter, I wonder. White. The colour is bright but boring at the same time. Can we even call white a colour or is a shade.
This is a white room. White windows only with see-through glass. White door with a white handle. I'm even wearing white clothes.
The white door opened revealing a person, wearing a white suit. A male. He looks good in a suit.
"Well, hello Faye" the unknown man walked up to me, how does he know my name.
I tried to say something but my lips won't open and my vocal box obviously isn't working.
"Oh right, you can't speak" he smirked. What is talking about. "you're in a coma" so I'm living in a dream.
"That boyfriend of yours, is it Luke?" I nodded my head "He's been sitting by your bed for days." I almost felt the tears roll down my cheeks. But this isn't real, I'm in a dream.
I'm living in a dream...
