"When she gonna wake up? "

"She'll wake up soon or never, who knows? "

I felt like I had no weight. Like a tiny star floating around aimlessly in the pitch black sky that stretched forever and ever. Except, I wasn't your average twinkle little star. I was fading not twinkling, I was cold, I was nothing. I felt like I was fighting against the infinite darkness that drove the other side of consciousness like some erratic nightmare. I'd barely see an outline of trees and then it would disappear just like that, leaving me lonely again and scared again in the darkness. I'd see a small dot dashing past me, it took a form of a bird, at least i think, from the looks of it, a shadowy, gritty appearance of wings passing by. Sometimes, I'd feel the leaves poking at the back of my knees, and then the sensations slipped past me. At times, I would not be able to feel at all.  My forehead pulsates, forming creases and waves, as my slightly disheveled mind evolves deeper and deeper into a state of consciousness. My wet, throbbing eyes screwed tightly as the blinding orange sun rays tries to force its way through. The hot charge of tainted air straddled to my lungs swarms right against my heaving chest and heart pounding like a beating drum. As I blink rapidly, attempting to adjust to the brightness, I feel a drop of tear slip from the corner of my eyes , soaking my skin with cold salty substance. I see a human figure hovering over me. But i cant make out the details of whoever is there. My vision is blurred hence only allowing me to see not much at all.

"I think she's waking up!"

My lips were dry0