B-bmp. B-bmp.

The hand on my chest feels the beating of my heart all too well. I don't quite know who it is in front of me, who is feeling my heart thud, but it makes me happy that they're there. I can feel love through that hand, feel caring through these fingers on my sternum. I want to see who it is that loves me so much. I want to open my eyes and throw my arms around them, hold them tight and never let go. I know I can't, though. I can't see. I'm not meant to yet. Still, I try to steal a peek, and open my eyes...

...to see my bedroom ceiling. I'm awake.