[ WP ] To this day I have no idea how I knew what I knew .

It started like any other day. Alarm, shower, coffee, eat, work, coffee. Repeat until either the weekend came or the sheer tedium of the process overwhelmed you and the world came crashing down. Preferably the weekend. 
 
 But today was different, not in a tangible way. I *felt* different, yet how, I have no idea. For some reason the emptiness inside appeared to have gone, or at least had been replaced by something else. Had they finally found a mixture of meds that worked? Feelings, emotion – these were words that others used that I had never felt a connection with before, yet as I saw the light reflecting off the building and onto the faces walking by, I stopped to take it all in. The smile and the deep, velvety redness of her lipstick. The quirky cartoon badge on his backpack. Life was here to be lived, that finally felt clear to me. 
 
 I started running, the adrenaline and euphoria of this newfound happiness rushing through me. I came to a park, and stepped inside, having never truly seen the colour or hear the laughter that was just seconds away from the route I walked every day. How had I been missing all this? 
 
 That ’ s when I felt the pain, a sharp jolt down my left arm. I ’ d done 4 miles last night - exercise on doctors orders, where the hell had this breathlessness come from after 2 minutes? My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. It didn ’ t matter really. I was happy, that was enough. I closed my eyes and, rather surprisingly, woke up. 
 
 
 “ We lost the data feed ” 
 “ Dammit, who was monitoring the EPG ” 
 “ Heart rate increasing, he ’ ll become conscious if we ’ re not careful ” 
 “ Sir, his eyes are opening ” 
 
 The voices were muffled. Underwater? 
 
 Bright light flooded my senses. Something was moving by my side. I tried to move my head, but it felt locked in place. The voices were coming from behind a glass pane directly in from of me. I saw what was reflected back and fought back a gag reflex. Unsuccessfully. A slender, metallic orb shifted into focus beside me. 
 
 “ We ’ ll have you back under soon ”, a sterile, female voice said. 
 
 “ Take him back a week, and start the dosage again. Slower this time ” 
 The female voice begain again 
 “ Sir, I do not recommend we use this subject for any further… ”, 
 “ Take him back. ” 
 
 A pause. Then another sensation. Not pain, but something inside my head was moving. Rotating. Was that the word? Everything seemed fuzzy now. Slower. I began another thought, having seen the concerned faces staring at me through the glass, but I did n't finish it before everything went blank. 
 
 
 
 It started like any other day. Alarm, shower, coffee, eat, work, coffee. Repeat until either the weekend came or the sheer tedium of the process overwhelmed you and the world came crashing down. But today, things seemed different, brighter almost. I *felt* different. I have no idea how. 

