That was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes.
The ceiling was white; I wasn't in my own room. The translucent orange sunlight dyed the walls, which were as white as the ceiling, all sorts of colors. I wondered if it were morning or evening.
For a mind that had just started to become clear, this voice sounded as pleasant as church bells would sound to a faithfully religious person.
"You're finally awake. Seems like you were sleeping quite comfortably."
I turned my head to find the owner of the voice. There sat the fellow on a chair next to my bed, using a kitchen knife to slice the apple in his hand. Swish swish- The apple skin smoothly peeled off and hung downwards.
"Normally I would say good morning, but the sun's setting right now."