November Post

Where am I?

           I wake up, My cold breath in late December. I don’t remember going to sleep. I look around, the wall paper peeling itself off the walls. My mirror was shattered and all the drawers on my armoire are pulled open and tattered through. I look in what’s left of the mirror, my hair looks like a rat’s nest and my clothes look forever old. Where am I? Who am I? I ask myself those questions. I don’t remember the answer, and I don’t know how old I am.

         By observation, I look like I am 16. I’m not sure though. I am somewhere that looks like a house. I go out the door, and see pink ripped carpet. I hear something, a whine, a pout. I look around and I see a poor dog. He is very skinny, and I pour out my arm to let him sniff me. He sniffed me and he got closer. I petted him, started walking, and he followed me. I looked at his collar, and saw the name “Duke.” I called his name, and he came to me.

     I look around, to what seems to be a house. An incredibly old house with cobwebs and creaky floors. I see paintings on the wall as I stroll down the hallway. It’s me. This is my house. I suddenly remember- this is my house, my dog, my room, my bed, me. This is all mine. But what happened? I go into my room and see “Get Well Soon” cards. I look inside them the fuchsia colored one says, “Please get well soon. I’ll be right by your side when you wake up.” When I wake up? What does that mean?

     I realize that I was in a coma. For 8 years. I don’t know why everything in my house is abandoned, though, so I am in full confusion. My thoughts overwhelm me. I look for water. My stomach aches for something. I go outside, and see complete blankness. Everything is white. No colors, no pretty views, no feelings. White. Blank. Empty. Where am I?