Maurice

My name is... Maurice, that's right, my name is Maurice. In this sterile whiteness and merciless pure light, burning everything, my memories probably faded away. Except the name. It is impossible to concentrate on anything; my eyes constantly come across strange objects, the nature of which I do not understand. After they kidnapped me and placed me in this sterile space with mysterious objects, every day it becomes more and more difficult for me to wake up, and when I wake up, to remember who I am. I never understood the nature of these creatures, they do terrible things to me, their hands are cold and merciless. But for some reason they still keep me alive, bringing me food and water. Their voices... They are trying to communicate with me in a language that I do not know and cannot understand. It causes a strange itch in the head, as if trying to get into the deepest recesses of the brain with a thin gimlet and get something out of there. When it becomes completely unbearable, I start screaming and then several creatures come running to my screams and hurt me. But not for long, and then white cotton wool wraps me up again. I can’t distinguish them by their faces, they all have one indistinct face, like bees in a hive. One of these creatures shows strange affection towards me. It comes to me more often than others; I remember it by its short stature compared to other bees. The creature sits next to me for a long time and tries to tell me something in its thin voice. Sometimes it makes melodic sounds, and although they try to screw themselves into my brain, I don’t scream. There is something pleasant and calming about these sounds. They also plunge me into white wool, but a pleasant one. This creature never hurts me, and before I fall asleep, I feel how it takes my hand and for some reason holds me. But this is not bad either - his hands are not cold or slippery.

Dad, daddy... why, why did it have to end like this? I finish singing to you the lullaby that you always sang to me when I couldn’t sleep or woke up in the middle of the night from a sudden nightmare. Comme l'abeille, comme l'oiseau, à tire d'aile, le rêve s'envole​​​​​​​. Like a bee, like a bird, as if on wings, a dream flies away... I take your hand, on your wrist there is an irremovable bracelet with the department code and the name - Maurice, and I hold you until you fall asleep. Comme l'abeille...