Slowly, Sara’s awareness came back to her. It was quiet for the most part. Her eyes were too heavy to lift so the first senses she used was her hearing. It would seem someone had left a window open somewhere. The sound of birds chattering and calling to one another was louder than it should have been. A woodpecker tapping out a rhythm on a tree was close. Further in the distance it sounded like someone was chopping wood. Chopping wood? What?
She searched her mind for what had happened but it was all blank. Why couldn’t she remember? Once again, she tried opening her eyes. It took an exceptional amount of effort and a strange sense of déjà vu swept over her. Finally she got her lids to lift. She didn’t feel any pain. There was just an immense weakness. Like her muscles had lost all of thei
