Waking up

I had an aching head when I woke up.

"Where am I?"

"I don't know."

"I don't like that."

"Why do I feel so greasy and nasty?"

"Have I not showered in a while?"

"Ah, my head hurts."

I was surrounded by golden brown grass that had to be about four or five feet tall. My face was smothered in soft brown dirt which contained a small ounce of moisture. Lifting my head made me realize that the dirt had permanently made a home on my face. My hand naturally brushed the foreign material off and I saw clods of dirt fall to the ground where they belonged. Despite my efforts I still felt grime in the crevices of my face.

Sitting up was difficult. Practically every muscle ached. Every time I moved I groaned.

"Wow, I hurt pretty bad."

Then I looked at the ground that was my bed last night.

"Is that blood!?" 

"Why is there so much?"

"Is it mine?"  

The warmth from my shoulder suggested that I had a fresh wound. My hand, being so compassionate and caring, touched my right shoulder in an attempt to make things better. Instantly my palm was wet and army of pain surged into my shoulder.

"Ah! My hand's red!! I've been wallowing in red crud all night!"

"What happened!?"

Then I heard it. I heard a voice that I hoped to hear again. The melodic sound caused me to be extremely peaceful and calm. The ache in my body and the issue of my wet hand seemed to not matter. Pure wisdom and love was in that voice.

"I gotta find out where that's coming from..."

As I got to my knees someone started to dim the lights. Suddenly there was only darkness and I felt the ground violently attacking the left side of my skull. As I slipped into an unconscious yet extremely wonderful place that voice repeatedly said one word over and over again.

"Live."