The longer I stay here, the less I remember about my other life. Sadly that includes my children, the loves of my life.
I also remember the pain less. I’m free from the restrictions the disease causes. I can walk, I can feel, I can simply be.
The very air smells sweeter, the stars brighter, every part of this existence takes me away from my misery. I can be anyone I wish, be anything I wish. The idea of starting over is so intoxicating. The selfishness of it is losing its repugnance.
The major complication is having to remain unconscious.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Unconscious.’
* No need to panic. The photo was taken during a stay in the hospital on Christmas Day 2009, when I was admitted for appendicitis. I was never in a coma ~ a morphine haze, yes, but no coma.