• A fictional, female-POV short story set at a press conference. A journalist, aware of the speaker's medical history, asks: "We've heard you were in a coma — is that true? What actually happened?" Beside her, her husband is seated on the panel, suddenly self-conscious; he blushes and tries to hide his face behind a sheet of paper. She notices, gently takes the microphone, and decides: "Let me answer this." What follows is an intimate, dreamlike confession — not about clinical details, but about a kiss on her lower lip, an infinite dark room she ran through while unconscious, and the quiet, fierce way he held on to her hand and never let go. A story of love that persisted when words and consciousness couldn't, told by a wife who found her way back through touch alone.

EPISODE 1

When I was in a coma... it will sound weird, but it was magical.
Let me start from somewhere before the coma.
So the thing is... my parents never liked my husband.
I wasn't married at that time.
How I went into a coma doesn't matter here, I guess.
But the funny thing is I came out of it just in a month.
Like, it's rare.
You know, I was in the hospital and my parents never let my husband meet me there, ever.
After a few days, he did a strong protest and forcefully tried to come inside. He did fights with the staff and all that stuff just to see me... and I guess my parents didn't have any option, so they let him come into my room...

What do you think? I was in a coma and he was the only guy in the room. What can the story be? Just about him? But somehow he includes me...
As much as I know, he had tears in his eyes, of course.
The doctor said I'm in a coma but they aren't sure for how long... it can be a few hours, weeks, months, years, or forever.
And they asked not to pressure me or it will be risky.
She can feel and hear you, but can't compile or understand anything in her mind.

He came near me... slowly.
He didn't have enough time in the room, by the way.
And he whispered in my ears that... "When you come back... will you love me?"

Of course, I didn't understand anything. I just heard what he said... I didn't react to anything, but I just remembered what he said a little bit... not clear.
After the whisper... he kissed on my lower lip softly... and then he had to leave me.
He waited for the staff, if they would warn him... till then he was there, holding me... keep whispering my name in my ears with his every single deep breath, which I was able to feel.

In my mind, my brain still didn't react to anything.
But I felt that touch on my lip.
I didn't know from where I was feeling this.
But it felt good... I wanted to explore it more.
I was just in a dream, trapped. I was not able to move at all.
But I ran in my dream, in a dark infinite room, to catch him. I wanted to feel it back... I remembered what he said. I wanted to answer.
I slowly started feeling regret, guilt, and all, because he just disappeared somewhere.
I kept running to him in my closed eyes.
I tried to escape the dream and that infinite room.
I wanted to move my real body now. Like, I started feeling it, but I wasn't able to move anything. I didn't understand anything — what that feeling is, what I even want to move, and how.
I just kept running.
But a little while later I stopped... I told myself, don't do this.
Feel yourself, girl... I slept on the floor in my dream. I imagined hugging him. I imagined that feeling again, and I slept in my dream...