The Spirits Secret

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Confusion clouds my thoughts like a dense fog rolling in off the ocean. I feel disoriented and cool, my body aching from the strange placement I'm in. The area around me is clean and sterile and white, with harsh fluorescent lights casting a stubborn glare across the walls. A soft beeping sound loads the air, each rhythmic pulse a reminder that I am not alone. I compel myself to stay up in the bed, wincing at the sting in my back and the plain pain in my head. I rise to touch my face, feeling the smoothness of my skin and the soft qualities of my hair. Who am I? Where am I? Many inquiries pester my mind, yet I cant seem to locate the solutions.