We humans like to deny reality. Although we have the idea that we are actively seeking the truth and nothing but the truth. Our mind, be it its deepest and most unconscious part, or the part you talk to on a daily basis, refuses to recognize a fart, even if it destroys your nose, it will not change by simple force of will. But now I want to believe that I am under my blanket, in my bed and resting happily.

Have you ever seen how a certified doctor pulls a patient out of a traumatic shock, with nothing less than a good slap in the face. The blow shakes your head, the pain receptors in your face screech in unison, and your attention is focused on the professional face of the one who so kindly helps you. An excellent medical technique, highly developed, with a tool always “at hand”. Well, my hair hurts and I know exactly that I'm in very bad physical shape.

I haven't opened my eyes yet, but I know I'm carrying more bruises than grains of rice in a 100 kg sack. It is better to look for what does not hurt me, than what hurts me. There is no mantica or bed anymore, or any happiness in disguise. I just woke up in hellish pain. There is no human mind that diverted attention from what happens to my body. I want two things, in addition to the obvious: to be better than a violin just out of the manufacturer.

-I want my union representative and my fat boss to put on a nice tie- And it doesn't have to be in that order! You don't have to be picky.

I try to remember what exactly happened to me. Idiot that I hit the bottom of the ravine, that's what happened. Even so, I have the need to know how I got to the state I am in. I force my mind to try to focus above all the pain I feel. The first thing is the sound, not pleasant of the creaking of the bridge, followed by the face of the driver. That face that looked like it was carrying a constipation with fishbones and eyes bulging out of their sockets.

I receive as a reward for remembering the past, something that I can only describe as mental whiplash. Everything becomes cloudy, and the fact that I feel how my eyes are filled with the crystalline liquid does not help my desire to curse. Yes, I remember before I became one with the ground, but because I feel dirt in my mouth and something like grass. It shouldn't have, at least, set the van on fire. That always stops in the movies, a spark and boom.

So why do I feel a breeze blowing across my face, a taste of life in my mouth, and what's more, why the hell am I alive. Grateful to be, but why? What am I up to now?

Well, let's attack the most pressing problem. I know it hurts, my face is swollen and the pain makes it very clear, but I have to see where I am. I concentrate and try to open my eye, which hurts less. Yesterday I thought my problem was my pay and the lack of a beautiful woman in my life.

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Some light and shadow passes between my eyelids. The left eye deserves a medal for his efforts. Hell, a full bottle of whiskey is what you need. The whiskey for me, the ice for the eye. All in favor raise your hand! Or the eyelid!

Well, a little more and my eye begins to focus. That the eyelid trembles as if possessed, does not help, but everything hurts. I see some broken branches, leaves from the trees. No, it's dense, well-spread foliage. A few more seconds and my eyesight is improving. At least something is going for the better, mental sigh.

Well, I'm as far as I can see, upside down. Many trees around me and everything is green. It's a forest, straight out of an elementary school textbook. I can't open the other eye, because he's kissing the floor, very much in love with him. The sunlight reaching me, just the rays passing through the dense foliage. I push to the back of my mind the obvious questions of where the driver is, the car, the bridge and my life.

I'm going to try to move, because I doubt help is on the way. Yes, the tall grass on the road, the dilapidated state of the bridge, not even a single deck paint…, should have been enough of a clue for me to figure it out. We went in another direction and collapse awaited us.

I mentally reach for my hand. Yeah, hell, under all this pain there has to be my hands. I feel like a spike of pain in the limb I'm trying to move. More pain is nothing anymore. I feel like the light goes out of my open eye. Slowly, like a closing camera lens.

I hear a noise, which stirs my mind, which is awake again. I don't know if I was gone for a few seconds or an hour. The light is no longer the same, the shadows are longer and more sinister. Nothing gives me more confidence than a dark forest.

I hear the voice of a woman. I don't understand anything she's saying, but she's screaming at the top of her lungs. Help is on the way, that's all it can be, after being an honorary guest in an accident, of course. The sound of breaking glass, the classic sound of a glass falling to the floor and breaking into several fragments, is repeated. Now what I don't understand is the roar...

Roar of what? There are no tigers here. At most a cocky cat with the bearing of a rodent exterminating beast. I see a cloud of greenish gas approaching. The wind drags it and the little light that passes through the nebula tells me that it is a gas, with a density greater than that of air, and of course, it does not dissipate easily. What was missing, a fart from a wild cat.

Something goes over me. I only see a gray fabric out of the corner of my left eye and a groan comes out of me. I didn't even know I had the strength for it. I guess when you get stomped in the middle of the back, the air comes out like bagpipes. I'm certainly not going to make any money making music, unless it's for a bad horror movie.

Although I'm breathing in the gas that hangs over me and smells like a border guard sock, something else falls on me. Unlike the first tenant, this one does not think about being temporary, he puts his weight on me without hesitation. In addition to my need to suck in air, my cough from the gas, I feel like something warm runs down my back, and I would say it drools on my head too, because the cheek seems to stop feeling cold.

Well, what do we have here, I'm starting to have problems again to keep my consciousness awake, but what I have in front of me and on the ground, is a claw, a fucking bloody bear claw! At least they don't eat me while I'm awake.