"Good morning, George. Did sleep well?"
There she was again—that soft, quiet voice! Sleep? I don't know if I did or not. Is it morning?
"Yes—a beautiful morning." Her voice was like lilacs, George thought. Sweet, soft lilacs.
"Lilacs? Thank you, George."
Go away! I don't want you to hear my thinking.
"Then don't sub-vocalize. Don't worry, you'll soon get the hang of it. Just think without trying to move your tongue and your lips, and I can't hear you."
Where am I?
"You're in a hospital." Her voice was gentle, soft.
And you?