Monthly Archive June 24, 2018

“Ms. Banon? Letha?”

I groaned, and thought how all I ever do lately is wake up. I just wanted to sleep.

“Good morning, Ms. Banon. I need you to wake up now. I’m Doctor Chennupati. How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts. My stomach, too. I feel groggy. What happened to me? Why am I here?”

“You were brought in by ambulance six days ago, after a car accident. You’ve been unconscious since then. Do you remember anything?”

“Six days? I was driving to work… That’s all I remember. How badly was I hurt?” I looked over my body, the shapes under the blanket. It looked like everything was there. I wiggled my toes, reassured by their feather-light rustle against cloth.

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Earth, Now

I felt drugged and weak, drowning as I fought the undertow of oblivion to waken. Fighting the feeling was like resisting an anesthesiologist’s mask; it seemed impossible that I would be able to open my eyes.

I groaned, then gave myself a pep talk. “Get with it, Letha. Get up. It’ll be better when you get in the shower. Do not be late again!”

There was a wave breaking over my head, and then a startling, waking jerk. I realized that I had fallen back asleep, but it was no easier to get up now than it was before.

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