The pain dulled overtime or maybe Joyce had just grown used to it. After all, her body had spent hours in one, and only made sense now that she had learned to ignore it. She still did not move from her position on the floor, but rather had just opened her eyes from the moment she gained consciousness.
At first, Joyce had spent her time counting, one, two, three and so on, but then her thoughts had wanted a way and it had been left at somewhat around five hundred and thirty two. That was the last number she remembered.
She did not even remember where, and what she had started, she thought. Just the term good memories remained in her mind.
Where was he? Where was her husband?