All I can see when I open my eyes is sunlight. Not the gentle, hesitant light of early morning, creeping in to light an already wakeful city, and not the clinging, slowly fading light of twilight as it struggles to hold onto the last vestiges of the day. No this was garish, too-bright, burning my face and stinging my eyes. This was blinding; this was reality.
I used to like the sunlight. I used to be able to turn my face upward and revel in its warmth, seek joy in its comfort.
But this was wrong. My eyes watered, but my entire body was freezing. No, that wasn't right at all. My body was numb.
Panic came crashing into my mind as I struggled, pulling against the endless weight holding me down.
"Ma'am, I need you to hold still."
"How can she even be alive at all? Her entire spinal column is severed!"