Fractured Reality

I’m walking along a creek with this girl. She has deep blue eyes and curly black hair. Her shirt is only buttoned half way up and underneath she is wearing a bathing suit top. The sky is blue and the sun is out. It’s hot but not too hot. She has blue jean shorts on. As we walk along the edge of the creek I hold her hand. I can feel the warmth of her smile penetrate my soul. I’m really happy. We talk about anything and everything as we walk. After a while I can hear my mom calling us. Some fresh lemonade would be great. I try to remember this girls name but for some reason I can’t remember it. I know I should know it but I don’t. I can’t shake the feeling that something is not right. I just don’t know what it is.

A woman walks down a plain corridor. She has been down this corridor a thousand times. She stops in front of a plain white door that has a single clear window in it. She gazes into the window and she sees a young man sitting on the floor of a plain white room. He is rocking back and forth and smiling. He has a blank look on his face and his blank eye’s suggest that nobody is home. Tears gently fall down the lines in her face. It wasn’t always like this, but now it is. She asks the doctor is there has been any progress at all. the doctor explains that the young man’s mind has been completely cut off from the outside world. He has not responded to any attempts to reach him. Scans suggest there is brain activity, so there is hope. The woman can’t stand it any longer and has to walk away.

I’m on a roller coaster. We had been standing in line to get on for almost an hour. At least it seems like it was an hour. Now I can’t remember. Anyway, we are starting our acent. We are going higher and higher. The girl with the curly black hair is sitting in the seat next to me. She is anticipating the exhiliration we will be experiencing in just another moment. The car reaches the top of the climb and then starts it’s rapid descent down the other side. We are now walking through the amusement park. The girl with the curly black hair is walking really close to me and I have my arm around her. I can feel with warmth of her body agianst mine but I don’t remember the end of the roller coaster ride we just went on. It was like my life just fast forworded. The girl is eating cotton candy and she turns to me and gives me a kiss. I don’t remember buying her cotten candy. I feel like something isn’t right. I have felt like this for awhile but I just can’t place my finger on it.

The woman is in a small consoltation room. The doctor explains that there is still something they could try to reach the young man. The doctor explains that sights or smells or even touch can have a powerful impact on the mind. He asks if she can remember anything that he felt strongly about before the incident. The woman said that he had this crush on a girl at school. The only thing she knew about the girl was that she had black curly hair. The doctor said there might be a chance the girl could reach him if she would agree to come. It was a long shot, but at this point they were desperate.

A girl with black curly hair walks down a plain white corridor. She has never walked down a corridor like this. It was bright but depressing. She was nervous. She didn’t even know this young man she was asked to try and help. She was instructed to stop in front of a plain white door with a single clear glass window in it. She looked in at the young man. She didn’t recognize him. She was told to go into the room and hold him. To whisper in his ear to come back. She entered the room and held him in her arms as she was instructed. She felt the warmth of his body and felt the motion of his rocking back and forth. She started to whisper.

I’m sitting on the sofa watching TV. I’m not really sure what it is I’m watching though. I have a bowl of chips in front of me and I think I’m eating them but I don’t ever really take a bite of one. The girl with the curly black hair is sitting next to me. She puts her arms around me and holds me. I can feel the warmth of her body. It feels really good. She whispers something in my ear. At first I can’t make out what it is but then it starts becoming clear. She tells me it’s ok, I can come back now. I don’t understand but she keeps repeating it. It feels different than before. Something is not right but I follow the sound of her voice. It’s not coming from the room I am in, It’s coming from somewhere else. Anxiety hits me like a ton of bricks.

I’m in a plain white room. I feel the warmth of someone holding me. It’s the girl with the curly black hair. I recognize her but realize I have no idea who she is. She is softly whispering to me that it’s ok, I can come back now. The warmth of her body comforts me and I start to cry. The girl, who had her own eyes closed until now is startled. She releases her hold on me for a moment but then holds me tighter. She tells me it’s okay, and that I’m safe now.