Copyright Al Past
Also by Al Past at Smashwords:
It was the cool air blowing gently on her face that finally woke her up. Her eyelids twitched spasmodically, but to no avail—they were stuck shut. Rubbing helped. Gradually, the low lights overhead came into imperfect focus. She drew in several breaths, each deeper than the one before. Still not fully conscious after several minutes, she stretched her arms and legs, flexing her toes backward. Her back and shoulders arched gently.