My eyes were groggy. I tried reaching up to rub the sleepy grogginess out of my eyes, but my arms didn't feel right. I couldn't bend the properly. As I became more aware, I realized I was lying on my right side.
"Oh, my poor David!" I heard my old body say.
I craned my neck upward, and tried blinking away the sleep, as I still couldn't move right. I saw a blurry, off-color me-shaped image get up off the bed next to, and come over towards me.
"It's going to be ok, David. It's going to be ok," my body with my mother said, as "he" began to message my skull.
I tried speaking, only to let out a large, deep-throated moan.
The doctor just continued standing there, monitoring my progress.
"You're all going to be rich people, now" he said with much satisfaction and smugness.
I breathed in a strange high-pitched whine, and breathed out yet another deep-throated moan. It wasn't what I was trying to say.
"Don't worry, honey you should rest for now " my mom said from my body.
I couldn't help it. I had to lay my much larger, heavier head back down on my pillow. But as I did so, I felt my ears brush the headrest rather than my head. My ears?
"What's....going on?" I tried to groggily say. But I still could not form the words correctly. I was tired. Still so tired. I closed my eyes, and went back to sleep.