The Mundane Journal Entries of an Ordinary Person

Season: Autumn

Weather: Cold

Day of the week: Saturday

Date: 23rd March, 2024

I woke up to feel and cold wind from the window today. A hand touched my forehead and face.

Someone spoke to me but I don't know what they said.

I don't know how they got in, but it was a relief. Someone had found me and I wasn't going to die alone.

They opened the front door and let people in to carry me away.

I didn't know anything until I woke up in a hospital bed just now, finding my journal by my side. There are IV lines in both my hands and it hurts to write, so I'll stop here.