The first thing that Sarah was fully aware of was a tiny pin-prick of light, smack in the middle of a whole lot of darkness. She focused on that light, wondering what it was, why it seemed so far away. It came to her that she hadn’t actually seen light for what seemed like a very long time, and the urge to move closer to the small white flame grew inside of her.
She fought against the hands holding her down and immobile; she struggled hard. It would be so easy to just stay here in this world made of pillows, she knew, but she somehow also knew that it would be a mistake to keep sinking into it. It was too soft, too warm.
A trap.
The light was expanding now, spreading. She tried to reach for it.
“Sarah?”
A voice came out of the darkness, startling her. She’d thought she was all alone
