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A thought-provoking story...

Hi everyone! I came across a very interesting story that has a fresh and profound take on some of the health concerns that have really become a problem today. Imagine waking up after years of sleep to find the world, and human beings have changed in unexpected ways.  This is a short story but I'll be posting it by chapter, so keep an eye out for the next episode! (don't worry it'll all make sense in the end. Don't forget to comment!)   When I went to sleep on August 24th, the year was 1938. I had a very usual and boring evening at home until I was finally too tired to do anything. So I laid down in my bed with a slice of honey comb and as usual I sucked on that until I fell asleep. I woke up feeling beyond groggy with a big sneeze and coughing fit. My throat and sinuses itched and tingled incessantly, even my eyes burned and watered. The first thing I noticed (aside from my breathing troubles) was the smell. Sort of like an old museum smell but with lots of cleaner layered on top of it. Not realizing I was in a hospital I leaned over to check the clock…and that’s when I saw it: the tv on the wall. For a long time I stared in horror and amazement at the people in miniature talking and dancing about on that tiny screen. You see when I had gone to bed more than a century ago, the only tv around was in the movie theaters, black and white. I was understandably caught by surprise when l saw that tiny box with better picture than paramount ever managed sitting right there on the wall of my new space age bedroom. In fact at that time, looking around at all the gadgets on the walls and my bed I actually started to wonder if I’d been captured by some alien race who was just waiting for their chance to shrink me down and stick me in that box on the wall. I figured if aliens had taken me that would explain the smell, and all this bad air. However I was pleasantly surprised when a tall smiling human in a white lab coat entered my “bedroom”. “Well, good morning Steven,” he said. It took some doing but I managed to croak out an answer for him, “thank you but where am I?” He paused a minute and an odd expression crossed his face, then he pulled up a stool and sat real close. “Well, you’re in a hospital sir and you’ve been sleeping here for over a hundred years. Hell you’ve been here longer than I have and I’m on the board!” He laughed at that, smothering me in a cloud of the worst smelling breath I had ever experienced. I choked and gagged so much he actually turned and started to holler at the nurse. Thank God for that because once he turned away I could finally get my breath back. “No I’m fine doc, just a little surprised is all.” I figured being a doctor, the man had to know about his breath problem so kept my complaints to myself, for now. He turned back to me then, all smiles. I braced myself, he was about to talk: “don’t worry; you’re actually not the only person to wake up here after an extended sleep like that. We’ll take care of you, help get you back on your feet. But first, how about some food?” I just nodded. I was still holding my breath. He smiled, patted my shoulder with a scaly, oddly mottled hand and left the same way he had come. I sighed and laid my head on the pillow. I had a lot on my mind: questions like what happened to me, my friends and family. What would I do now to survive? I felt certain that despite all the time I’d missed, hospitals still would not be free.  Finally I thought of that doctor, who smelled like he’d eaten raw sewage for breakfast…and his strange, scaly skin. Maybe he was an alien after all…