I woke up. Machines beeping around me. Tubes coming out of
my body. A man was there, watching me. He looked incredibly sad and aged,
although he couldn't have been over 40. He
was dressed in a suit that had seen a few years and held an old cap in his
hand. I closed my eyes again. It hurts to see. My breathing felt weird, almost forced. Something was wrong with my mouth. I heard a sniff and braced my eyes for the
blinding light. Instead of light I saw a
beard and felt a light pressure on my forehead. I tried to say something but instead
I started choking on something in my throat.
The man jerked away from me and started yelling for help. I clawed at the thing coming out of my
mouth. I saw people running in and
someone poked me in the arm with something.
I don’t remember anything else, but I woke up again later to
the man’s face again. He was anxious,
and smiled in relief when I opened my eyes again. At least I could breathe now. I swallowed hard and tried to talk. I managed to get out pitiful, “water,” to
which the man eagerly obliged. I gulped it down and watched him. I had a sense of de-ja-vu. I knew this
man. But couldn't place him.
It’s later now. Been
almost 6 hours since I woke up. Sam
filled me in. He is my husband of 20
years. Can you believe that? I've been
married for 20 years. And I am 45. 45! I spend
so long dreaming of another life. I
guess I forgot all about this one. He
said I have been in a coma for almost a year.
I have much to catch up on, but for now, I am home.
