Eternity Retreat

This week 10-minute free writing prompt was: By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped and he was feeling better...

I continued with:

...Most of them felt better right after being admitted. The light was pure and the smell was fresh. At the end of their misery, they become forever residents of a luxury retreat. That's what they think first anyway.  

The residents anticipate the light to be dimed and night to fall but the only indication of the time flow is the sound. It is when the walls of the retreat become alive; when they talk. Sometimes their voices are screaming at the confused residents in the middle of the white night. Those voices always sound like people who they loved once, or who loved them. But with time, the residents become used to the voices, they learn to handle them. It's not the voices that made eternity impossible. It's the never-ending light.

If only they could have those quiet pitch-black nights of the mortal humans when they could look up and pretend to be one of the stars, pretend that they could shine as bright and be important. If only they could have enjoyed them more.