White Walls – A Short Story

He came to and blinked, slowly. The sun blazed in through the window and his head was pounding. He tried hard to focus, but his eyes refused to cooperate, a combination of the bright light searing his retinas and a peculiar bobbing sensation. Why was everything slowly moving by itself, he thought with much confusion. He tried to get up, but his limbs flailed uselessly. His legs felt moist, the floor had a strange softness and he simply couldn’t coordinate …