Muffled sounds, like listening to a crowd through water. A voice separates itself from the noise and becomes clear. “…Around 3:30am this morning the Bayview hospital collapsed. Officials have yet to issue a statement. Several witnesses say they saw the building collapse in to itself. The fire department and police are working together to find survivors. We have yet to…” Blurs slowly focus into shapes and the sound becomes clearer. People are eating. Conversations, laughter and the smell of bacon…
Blue sky. It’s cold, I can see my breath rising up and forming little clouds above me. Where am I? Sitting up I look around. This is where I collapsed. How did I get here? Struggling to my feet takes great effort. Have to get home. My surroundings are blurred. Looking at my hands produces a stark contrast. So sharp and vibrant that it’s almost painful to my eyes. Making my way to the street I notice there is no sound, no cars…no people. All I can hear is my own laboured breathing.
Sitting down hard on a park bench I finally accept that there is no way I can make it home. I have no energy left. What is happening? I’ll just wait here, someone is bound to come along. Hours pass as I lie there. No one has come. I feel weaker. Am I dying? It’s so quiet. I feel profoundly alone. Everything is still blurred. Closing my eyes in an effort to clear my vision I open them and see a face looking down at me. Sharp and vibrant. It’s me smiling. “Are you lost?”
Blue sky. It’s cold, I can see my breath rising up and forming little clouds above me. Where am I? Sitting up I look around. This is where I collapsed. How did I get here? Struggling to my feet takes great effort. Have to get home. My surroundings are blurred. Looking at my hands produces a stark contrast. So sharp and vibrant that it’s almost painful to my eyes. Making my way to the street I notice there is no sound, no cars…no people. All I can hear is my own laboured breathing.
Sitting down hard on a park bench I finally accept that there is no way I can make it home. I have no energy left. What is happening? I’ll just wait here, someone is bound to come along. Hours pass as I lie there. No one has come. I feel weaker. Am I dying? It’s so quiet. I feel profoundly alone. Everything is still blurred. Closing my eyes in an effort to clear my vision I open them and see a face looking down at me. Sharp and vibrant. It’s me smiling. “Are you lost?”
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