The white light momentarily blinds me and I have to shut my eyes.
When I venture to open them again, what I see is all wrong.
I shouldn't be here.
I've not got anything wrong with me. Have I?
Who am I?
I can't remember a thing.
I look around the room and see white walls, white ceiling, white furniture.
The person who designed this place should be sacked.
Then a thought occurs.
Who are these people around me?
They look like they are about to cry.
Then all I can see is darkness.