I am very sick. My breathing is not good.

I am taken to a hospital. All white. All the people in white. They give me medicine. I sleep and sleep.

They make something to help me breathe.

In my head I hear music. It is soft and good, like a mother singing. She is singing a lullaby.

Her voice is high and sweet. I am searching for her.

I climb out of the sea, sand sticks to my legs.

There is no mother here. I am lost.