I’m conscious once more, but I haven’t opened my eyes yet.

A soft wind, then a drop on my skin, then another, and another. Like the wetness I felt on my skin, I feel the moisture seep through my clothes from the ground beneath me — rough yet wet under my back.

Uncomfortable, I try seeing. Slowly, I open my eyes. Barely, I see. Does it matter if I opened my eyes or not? Such darkness I woke up ...