Sunday, September 16, 2012
ONLY A DREAM
"Everything that you think has happened over the past two years was only a dream," he said. I don't ask him why he put me in a coma, or why I'm wearing street clothes. I don't ask him how I got from 2010 to now.
I get up from our meeting and walk down the hall to the elevator. There is no one else in the building. I take the elevator to the roof and step into sunshine.
Only a dream. I hear his voice. I'm not sad that none of it really happened. It's kind of a relief.
I walk to the edge of the roof and jump. I want to be back in the coma. Back in the dream.