The walls are a bleached white.
Hideous and with an annoying lack of creativity.
The man beckons for me to follow.
I do.
We are soon in another bleak room.
"Sit." He says.
I obey.
"Lay down." He commands.
I slowly ease my back onto the cold table.
A surgical light nearly blinds me.
I hear a drill somewhere.
I wonder when the anesthesia will come.
It does not.
The drilling is getting louder.
I begin humming a childhood song.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...
Over and over I hum.
I hum even when I feel the drill pierce my skull.
When I fall into unconsciousness, still,
I hum.