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I dreamt the monitors were breathing with me
I was lying in a bed that wasn't mine, but I knew it was mineāsame IV stand, same faint smell of antiseptic and old coffee. The beeps werenāt random. They matched my breath: slow, then faster, then still. And then the machine didnāt just keep timeāit started to answer. Like it had been waiting for me to notice. I tried to speak, but my voice came out as a rhythm, a low hum between heartbeats. When I woke up, my chest still felt full of that quiet. Not fear. Just presence. Like the ICU hadnāt ended when I left it.
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