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.
Thin spiral notebook 
I love pieces where there is so much more implied than the 100 words would assume – and yours is such a piece. Very nice job!
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so glad for the disclaimer at the end. I was really worried about you! I try not to assume everything people write is autobiographical, but you can’t help but wonder.
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what a fantastic idea.
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This seems almost haunting but I loved it. Very interesting take on the word prompt.
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*shudder*
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Another creative way of avoiding work. Very England’s Regency period. ~Mary
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