What's The Worst... Prologue

Trisha lay on her back, probably. She felt neither comfortable, nor uncomfortable; it was just like, well, nothing... she was just there. Then again, “there” had no context, it had no real meaning. There felt warm, but she felt cold. There had a sound, a light ringing sound, maybe somewhere far off, or maybe it was in her ears.

She did know that she was staring into the sun, a bright white light, no shadows, no movement. That this was a bad thing, something you should never do, but she couldn't look away, and although there were tears welling in her eyes, she seemed to be choosing not to blink either.

Trisha knew that something was wrong, that something had happened, something very bad indeed had happened. But she couldn’t remember what, or when...

And Now seemed okay...

And she really wanted to enjoy the sun on her face for now, enjoy the brightness as long as possible...