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There was a horrible sound outside the door, someone drilling in screws. I thought about how incredible it was that our volunteers could disregard all the chaos of a hospital ward and still have such profound experiences.
Cassandra lifted the eyeshades but kept her eyes closed. Then she opened her eyes half-mast, gazing ahead. She looked up at the ceiling and began crying again.
"What are you feeling?"
Everything will be okay. I don't have to worry about all my doubts. Things like "Where will I go? What will I do?" It's reassuring.
"An optimistic feeling?"
Yes, it's very refreshing. It feels like there are thousands and thousands of separate parts of me and this drug brings them all together. It feels very complete.