The Mist
I can see smoke in the air. Great billows of blackness stretching towards the heavens. I continue my drive homeward, getting closer to the lighted darkness, growing more fearful with every second. Say it isn't so! Our house is in flames.
I jump from the vehicle before it's even completely stopped, listening for the screams I desperately never wish to hear. Was that a 'help'? I don't even wait to reason it out. Dashing through the front door, eyes peering through the fire as if it wasn't even there. A sound of muffling coming from the bedroom; I am on my way. Busting through the doorway I see her, my love. Crouched down near the window, too weak or perhaps too scared to find her freedom. Grabbing a book or a statue or whatever for my mind doesn't even register what it could possibly be, as I hurry towards her, the item passing through the window as my arms reach around her and lift her through the newfound opening. Her eyes sparkle recognition, happiness, as they realize my presence. She is free. She is safe. And with a cracking sound above me, my world disappears.
I travel in a mist; no real direction, but then again with no real goal. I feel no pain, no emotion, only a calm emptiness, almost relaxing. This is no dream for I usually remember my dreams and they are nothing like this. Usually so full of adventure and love, but this is a sweet nothingness. I would almost say so cold, but I can't actually feel it. Maybe this is a purgatory, or a contentment come to life. Whatever, wherever this is, I have no temptation to worry. I am just as I am; a lone wanderer to nowhere.
Suddenly there's a sharpness along my cheek. I feel a coolness all around it. I try to open my eyes widely ro see what is going on but they're hesitant to cooperate. Slowly, a world creeps open, hazy and dull. And a smile. A tearfilled smile. An angel? Yes, my angel. My love. She seems so very happy. I wish to cry but so tired. I notice her setting a razor down beside her. I notice the white walls behind her closing in. I travel in a mist again, with no real direction.
My journey continues on for what seems so much longer than before though time has no meaning to me. Nothing does. My mind doesn't even bother to think about these surroundings just as my body doesn't seem to care either. It just continues to roam as my brain carefreely rejoices in the splendor of not being needed. Not here. I laugh at that thought, knowing I should be missing thinking. But for some reason I don't. And the thought is gone, if it was ever even there.
A warmness clenches my hand. My hand, not swinging casually by my side, but clumped upon my chest. Now what is going on? My eyes slide open, allowing just a little of the real world in. White walls. Still? Yes, still white walls. A white sheet before me. Covering me? I think maybe so. My hand pon my chest, the clenching suddenly tighter. An arm stretching from the cluster up out of view. I try to focus in that direction, and a head enters my view. My angel! My angel? Is it? Something isn't right. The slightest hint of grayness in the hair. Eyes sinking inwards. Her smile still warm, but not as bright as it should be. How long has it been? I want nothing more than to reach up to her and let her know my love. I try to at least clench her hand like she clenches mine. I try. But the mist overcomes me once again. I travel on.
No roads, no points of interest, no signs of any sort of disturbance. Not dark, but no real light either. Relaxing. Peaceful. A tranquil non-life. Though perhaps shortlived this time around. So much weight suddenly pressed upon my stomach. Is it pain? Not pain; just discomfort. My eyes slowly open.
A lady, I believe, pushing herself up from me. A dress, blue I think. She is upset. Frustrated. Annoyed. Talking though no one else is in view. Perhaps to herself. Scoldingly. Doesn't matter for I hear no words. She's setting herself down beside me, falling out of view. Who? So familiar but no one I know. Not stressing the matter, I continue to examine the room. White walls, a white sheet upon me. Light, as if coming from a window dazzling my attention. Something framed across the way, but too out of focus for me to tell what exactly it could be. A television set on the wall in the corner, playing something I don't recognize. The colors are nice though, I feel myself mesmerized by them. Such pretty colors.
And then there she is again. Jumping into view so quickly I was startled. My body didn't seem to show it though. No movement at all. But when I see her smile, so very beautiful smile, the wrinkles around her sunken eyes can't hide my angel from me. My beautiful love, so old looking. So frail. And I can see the saddness hiding behind the sparkle in her eyes. Oh God, what has she done? Why is she at my side? Still. She looks as tired as I feel, but I'm fighting it. I want to tell her I love her. I wish to let her know she needs to go on. I only desire for her to be happy. So sad. So alone. With me. A single tear escapes just before the mist overtakes me.
I can see smoke in the air. Great billows of blackness stretching towards the heavens. I continue my drive homeward, getting closer to the lighted darkness, growing more fearful with every second. Say it isn't so! Our house is in flames.
I jump from the vehicle before it's even completely stopped, listening for the screams I desperately never wish to hear. Was that a 'help'? I don't even wait to reason it out. Dashing through the front door, eyes peering through the fire as if it wasn't even there. A sound of muffling coming from the bedroom; I am on my way. Busting through the doorway I see her, my love. Crouched down near the window, too weak or perhaps too scared to find her freedom. Grabbing a book or a statue or whatever for my mind doesn't even register what it could possibly be, as I hurry towards her, the item passing through the window as my arms reach around her and lift her through the newfound opening. Her eyes sparkle recognition, happiness, as they realize my presence. She is free. She is safe. And with a cracking sound above me, my world disappears.
I travel in a mist; no real direction, but then again with no real goal. I feel no pain, no emotion, only a calm emptiness, almost relaxing. This is no dream for I usually remember my dreams and they are nothing like this. Usually so full of adventure and love, but this is a sweet nothingness. I would almost say so cold, but I can't actually feel it. Maybe this is a purgatory, or a contentment come to life. Whatever, wherever this is, I have no temptation to worry. I am just as I am; a lone wanderer to nowhere.
Suddenly there's a sharpness along my cheek. I feel a coolness all around it. I try to open my eyes widely ro see what is going on but they're hesitant to cooperate. Slowly, a world creeps open, hazy and dull. And a smile. A tearfilled smile. An angel? Yes, my angel. My love. She seems so very happy. I wish to cry but so tired. I notice her setting a razor down beside her. I notice the white walls behind her closing in. I travel in a mist again, with no real direction.
My journey continues on for what seems so much longer than before though time has no meaning to me. Nothing does. My mind doesn't even bother to think about these surroundings just as my body doesn't seem to care either. It just continues to roam as my brain carefreely rejoices in the splendor of not being needed. Not here. I laugh at that thought, knowing I should be missing thinking. But for some reason I don't. And the thought is gone, if it was ever even there.
A warmness clenches my hand. My hand, not swinging casually by my side, but clumped upon my chest. Now what is going on? My eyes slide open, allowing just a little of the real world in. White walls. Still? Yes, still white walls. A white sheet before me. Covering me? I think maybe so. My hand pon my chest, the clenching suddenly tighter. An arm stretching from the cluster up out of view. I try to focus in that direction, and a head enters my view. My angel! My angel? Is it? Something isn't right. The slightest hint of grayness in the hair. Eyes sinking inwards. Her smile still warm, but not as bright as it should be. How long has it been? I want nothing more than to reach up to her and let her know my love. I try to at least clench her hand like she clenches mine. I try. But the mist overcomes me once again. I travel on.
No roads, no points of interest, no signs of any sort of disturbance. Not dark, but no real light either. Relaxing. Peaceful. A tranquil non-life. Though perhaps shortlived this time around. So much weight suddenly pressed upon my stomach. Is it pain? Not pain; just discomfort. My eyes slowly open.
A lady, I believe, pushing herself up from me. A dress, blue I think. She is upset. Frustrated. Annoyed. Talking though no one else is in view. Perhaps to herself. Scoldingly. Doesn't matter for I hear no words. She's setting herself down beside me, falling out of view. Who? So familiar but no one I know. Not stressing the matter, I continue to examine the room. White walls, a white sheet upon me. Light, as if coming from a window dazzling my attention. Something framed across the way, but too out of focus for me to tell what exactly it could be. A television set on the wall in the corner, playing something I don't recognize. The colors are nice though, I feel myself mesmerized by them. Such pretty colors.
And then there she is again. Jumping into view so quickly I was startled. My body didn't seem to show it though. No movement at all. But when I see her smile, so very beautiful smile, the wrinkles around her sunken eyes can't hide my angel from me. My beautiful love, so old looking. So frail. And I can see the saddness hiding behind the sparkle in her eyes. Oh God, what has she done? Why is she at my side? Still. She looks as tired as I feel, but I'm fighting it. I want to tell her I love her. I wish to let her know she needs to go on. I only desire for her to be happy. So sad. So alone. With me. A single tear escapes just before the mist overtakes me.
