My head jolts from my pillow as my eyelids pry themselves open. My skin feels clammy and my hands are cold. The fluorescent lights illuminate my pale skin that appears to be paper thin. My veins make intricate lines beneath its surface. Almost like roots to a—

“tree-“ I whisper.

I’ve never seen vegetation, at least not naturally occurring. I’ve never seen the sky, just pictures. I’ve never touch...