noise or light?

There it is again. It happens the same time every night, though I can never remember if it is a sound or bright light.

This is the thirty fourth day I have laid here and I am beginning to think that I will never find peace.

The event that has led to my condition is as fresh as the moment it happened. I wonder if it could have been averted, possibly forgotten, but the noise is starting to gain momentum.

A small conversation at first, discussing the reasons for specific spacial arrangements and it's effect on mankind's evolution. Accompanied by a familiar soundtrack, the conversation begins to become muffled.

I am no longer alone in the room, though still laying down. An expressionless man now shares my space. I don't believe he has a nose, just glasses and a slit for air. His white button down is as stiff as his posture. I tell him about the sounds I hear, or is it light?

The music's volume is again dominating over the two conversations which continue unabated. This is when I step back and see the room with the grand architect spouting his nonsense, directly next to the room designed to promote sharing and relaxation. My mind it telling me to relax, that the music will soothe me. More visitors come to speak with me, but they are unintelligible.

The lids of my eyes separate. It is dark. I am alone. I take a breath, I roll over and try to relax, for I know that thirty four has failed to find sleep.

Closing my eyes, the music begins softly...and the architect opens his mouth to speak.

"Doctor, there is a noise every night at the same time, or is it a bright light?"