Coma

The light dims quickly, I can hear you.

I feel your touch but can not move.

I dream, a dozen different dreams that seem so real.

Beeping.

I can’t hear you now. I can’t feel you now.

Tears. I feel tears.

I dream some more. The dreams are intense. I want to stop them but I can’t.

Beeping.

I hear it again.

I feel you. I know it’s you. I can smell your perfume.

Tears. There they go again.

Kiss. A warm peck on my lips.

My eyes open slowly then close.

I hear you! You call a name I never heard before.

Light. A bright light.

My eyes want to open again, but the light is too bright.

I try. For you. I want to see you.

My eyes open again.

I scan for you. You look different. But the same.

A little girl I don’t know. Where am I?

Who is she?

I scan the room. A doctor? A hospital?

I can’t speak. Why can’t I speak?

I raise my hand to touch my mouth. But something is blocking.

A tube. A long tube.

You’re here. You’re close.

You pull my hand away. You cry. Happy tears I hope. You tell me that I’ve been in a coma for six years.

I’m shocked. All I remember is yesterday.