I feel like I'm floating.

Voices filter in and out. No recognition.

A warmness tugs at my heart.

I feel like I don't deserve it after what I did.

The warmness is comforting, a balm to my aching soul.

I don't deserve it.

I really don't.

I feel my body get rolled around.

Things caress my skin.

The warmth is less, but still there. Like I know right where it is.

I'm moved again

Embraced by the warmness.

I let my mind go blank.