I am lying on my back, nestled in my custom made cradle. My eyes are mostly covered by a standard hospital washcloth. I am a strange and complex planet. The Starship Enterprise is poised above me. I understand the ship is on a mission of benevolence and mercy.
The noises and movement can be intimidating. I lie perfectly still, listening as the big ship shoots healing harmful beams into my body.
I have learned to relax, and not to wonder what might happen if the ship suddenly lost its way and came slowly down and down until it crushed my body. I have learned to lie still, and breathe peacefully, to trust the huge disc that is the Starship Enterprise.
Some days, I am so relaxed that I am nearly asleep. And I am sad that my almost nap is being interrupted.
The techs come in (turns out the Starship Enterprise is a remotely controlled vessel). They tell me I can lower my arm. I remove the washcloth and I am welcomed back to the real world.
I rise up off the table. I thank my people.
I walk out with gratitude.