Medication and Preparation [3]
Her head was paining, flooded with dizziness, it was like someone was dragging her from a hallway filled with darkness toward a door of bright light. As of now, she was unconscious, thus the darkness. The door of light represented the realm of awareness and at last, the hallway was a bridge, a way to connect the two.
Everyone walks down this path when they wake up from their slumber, it was as easy as that. But here, however, it was not silly for her. The path of the hallway was not smooth and tidy, but covered with a sheet of iron nails. The floor too was not even and had cracks and gaps and dents on it.
And she was dragged mercilessly on this floor because she had to reach the light. Of course, it was not her own will; only a person who is wrong in the head would prefer to experience something like this, but in a way, she was the one to drag herself onto that floor.