I was spinning in darkness and slowly became aware of my upset stomach. I felt it gurgle, calling out to me in a way that did not beg for food, but in a way that begged for me to sit up in order to rush the stomach acid back in place. I was laying on my back. I could not open my eyes. They felt crusted over and I took my time to pull apart my sticky eyelashes, allowing a dim light to peek through. The light fluttered through my squinting eyelids and then I inhaled deeply, noticing the clean breath I had just taken in, and then with a slow exhale I tightened my eyelids and blinked open as hard as I could to separate the top lids from the bottoms. I hated when my eyes would feel sticky this way. I thought about my allergies and how tree pollen would do this to me every year. When I blinked I saw a gray sky and the tops of trees. The trees were tall, their branches swayed across the weathered sky. This confused me because I had no idea how I ended up waking up surrounded by trees. I wasn’...