Opening my eyes

One deep breath

It was almost as if I was a fly on a lamp

The lights were blinding

Soon I wake to the smell of artificial fragrances

The smell was familiar

The smell of life and death itself

The scent was bittersweet

A bright white room

Laid down on a bed where others were cured of illness or where they met their end

I awake on my hospital bed

Maybe even on my death bed