I sat up in the creaky hospital bed, scratching the side of my face. The short stubble tickled my fingers as I dragged them across my cheek. Looking out of the window, I sighed heavily. It was dark, but I could already hear the birds and crickets. The last three times I'd woken up at a time like this, it was a lot brighter.
The obnoxious button buzzed when I pressed it, slightly startling me. Within a few minutes, I could hear a nurse scurrying down the hall. She burst into the room with a clipboard in her hand, fixing her cap.
"Hello, Noah!" The sweet lady greeted me with a smile on her face. She seemed enthusiastic, though I had never met her before. Her rosy red cheeks seemed to glow in the dimly-lit room. I tiredly waved back to her.
"My name is Eliza. Is there anything you need?"
"I'd... Like a glass of water, please." I nervously mumbled. Eliza seemed like she understood and nodded. She walked out of the room to fetch a pitcher of water and returned with a tall glass. I took the glass and smiled politely.
"Anything else?" Eliza queried, once again adjusting her cap. "Well, you'd best grab that clipboard of yours," I gestured to the board that was sitting on the table to my left, "because I'd like to... sort of, report something that's been happening to me lately." My voice sounded scratchy and my throat hurt.
"Oh! Alright," The woman took a seat in the swivel chair next to the table and picked up her clipboard, "Do tell. What's on your mind?"
"Well, in the past couple of weeks, I've been waking up either very early or very late, and before I wake up I always have the same dream," as I continued speaking, the nurse's expression changed from an inquiring look to a more concerned one, "Could you please tell the doctors? It's concerning me." She seemed to be spacing out, so I leaned over and gave her a light tap on her shoulder.
"O-oh! Er, yes. Of course. That's all, correct, Mr. Sterling?" Eliza snapped back into reality and looked back at me. I noticed that her eyes were a pretty green color, speckled with bits of yellow and gold. They were indeed beautiful and reminded me of a brightly colored painting full of daffodils and dandelions.
"Yes, that is all, but please... Call me Noah," I grinned sheepishly. She nodded in agreement as she scribbled down notes on the paper clipped to her board. Eliza beamed and stepped out of the room, waving a friendly "goodbye." I took a sip of my water and looked out the window again.
It was sunny.
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