She was awake for the third time in five years.
***
“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.