Sofia:The first thing I register is the weight, crushing me down bone deeply like I'm pressed between something. I can't breathe properly or move an inch, even when my eyelashes feel like they need permission to open.

It's too quiet here. Too calm with no strong fragrance, instead something earthy. Just freshness.

I force my eyes open, eyelashes brushing against the soft pillow as I take in my surroundings. Wood paneled ceiling, slanted roof with two windows, golden light is filtering through ...