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  *Ok.Hmm.*


She was awake for the third time in five years.
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“Maybe I am breathing out fire; maybe I am becoming a Dragon.

I can fly then, to the moon or beyond Neptune, to the galaxies far and back. I wonder if I could throw flame in the vacuum of space.

I need to get up.
(Push chair).

*Creek*.

My iron joints need oiling again.

I am a giant: huge and extraordinary. I have the whole world in my hands.
My skin has a touch of red, no, a blinding red. I am shining in the sunlight.

It is unfairly difficult for a creature as big as I am, to squeeze out of this room. I can break open though. I am the O so Powerful, O so marvelous.

My wings! Good Lord. My wings glisten bright and prodigious; gorgeous.

 I take my first futile flight. I am in mid-space in the next. Warm breeze invading my ears, my inner self is warmer, I feel. I am soaring high. No one is watching me, no one is noticing me. I am suspended without a string. Am I defying laws of physics?

The eternal light is elating me. Fresh air is filling my lungs. I am respiring for the first time. I am gloriously happy. My cells are leaping, the fluids of my torso are gamboling, and each of my organs is passionately drunk. I am sinking in air. The ether is comfortably drowning me. I am grinning.

“Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year”.

Pink Floyd echoes in my cochlea.

I am reaching the zenith, beyond human reach.
My nerves swell, maybe my veins are expanding to plasticity, and they will break then.

 I am grasping air in my palms. I am consuming myself.

                   I emit fire, my nasal cavity burns. Everyone is suddenly looking at me, tensed.

But I am going back home. I am entering my black hole. I am collapsing to nothingness.
Maybe I am escaping to coma again. Wow.”

It’s 2025 already, we can monitor the thoughts of a patient in coma but we cannot bring them back. Maybe we don't want to.

The imagery of this is very dream-like, which I expect is your aim.  I was a little taken-aback, though, by the "mid-space" warm air.  I had an image of this sort of robot or iron statue flying past the atmosphere where the air is frigid and was jolted by warm air.  I wouldn't be surprised if it was intentional, but the path of these thoughts seemed perforated.  I sort of struggled to get a handle on what was going on, but considering it's apparently in the mind of a coma victim it adds surreality to the experience.  I like the idea that coma victims are having amazing dreams.  It makes the loss of these victims more bearable.

I really love the imagery and the details. its great. It flows well. Almost as if i'm dreaming. Great work!