[Kaimee]: 5.Contest Entries.Description

For the Descriptions contest - waking.



And it was like you expected to hear a door slam shut, but all you heard was the ocean through a sea shell a hundred, million miles away.
Like you knew between the moments when he opened his lips and when the sense tumbled out there would be a fraction of a second of noise that meant nothing.
Like you expected pain but all you felt was this thud full-force to your chest and you didn’t get time to think or breathe you were just out.
And that was all. Just an eternity of barely remembered dreams of life and love and everything, days which could have been memories or could have been brand new. But all they were now were the wisping remembered remnants of a day that you vaguely recall was pretty normal, all up.
And maybe you can remember a few snatches that remind you that you dreamt at all. Maybe you can hear those few seconds after a word has been said when it hangs thick in the air and echoes into the rift of silence. Or an instant of sunlight on somebody’s lashes with a lake scrolling past in the background, and just that one freckle below their eye, but then it’s gone.
Gone, and whirled away into this roaring television static that seems to be rushing in perpetuity below you, somewhere underground, far, far underneath your body. So that climbing up from it is a ladder ballet, a crazy maelstrom of vertigo and flying, and time seems frail and might be whooshing past or might be standing stock still. It’s a train ride feeling, watching the tunnel walls look the same and not knowing if you’re going anywhere at all, let alone faster than a speeding bullet. Until suddenly things become lighter and the static grey walls pick up details and dirt and maybe even some graffiti, and suddenly you’re out in daylight and you’re seeing with eyes again, and you still feel as if you’ve been punched.
That’s what it was like to wake up yesterday, in a hospital, with someone else dead.

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