Prologue
Imagine being dead. Not like the aftermath of death, as in afterlife or being incarnated into a whole other being. But imagine just not being alive. Like a deep sleep, or quietly floating in the middle of an ocean. Aimlessly wondering the plane of nowhere, aware of nothing. Cold and warm at the same time.
Then, all of a sudden, imagine breathing again. A sharp ice pick going through your lungs every time you inhale and exhale. Every breath feels like glass. The taste of air on your tongue for the first time. You’re feeling birth for a second time, after being a nonexistent string of unconscious and meaningless thought for a long time. No wonder when babies are born they cry. But then that begs the question of: how am I alive? It’s …show more content…
It was at this time I noticed he was touching my hand, and that he was sitting close to me. When I looked down, I realized that I was on a bed. A thin sheet over my legs, and my body in a large gown. I felt warmer all of a sudden. My head felt like a balloon. Full of air, and floating in outer space. I must have fell back, because the man who was with me, was suddenly holding my head in place. “Whoa, whoa, you must be lightheaded, yes? Water? Some water will help- oh, you must also be dehydrated. Yes, you should definitely drink…” and it wasn’t seconds long befor I felt something cool touch my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and cool, crisp water filled it. I swallowed, and it felt like ice was spreading through my throat, into my heart, and through my brain. “To properly answer your question, I’m not sure why you are alive Lettie.”
Oh, that’s new.
“Lettie?” I felt myself frown. Why was I frowning? It felt as if my body was doing that on it’s own. “My name isn’t Lettie.” I said. I still felt blades dancing in my lungs. My breath still felt like glass entering my body. My head still felt like a balloon. But my mind, and voice, were much, much more fluid now.
“It isn’t?” The man with me asked, looking astonished at my statement. “What’s your name then? That’s what it says here in your forms.” He somehow pulled out a clipboard, leafing through papers. “Hm, yes, it says Lettie Silverman…” he tilted his head towards me. “You don’t think that Lettie is your
Imagine being dead. Not like the aftermath of death, as in afterlife or being incarnated into a whole other being. But imagine just not being alive. Like a deep sleep, or quietly floating in the middle of an ocean. Aimlessly wondering the plane of nowhere, aware of nothing. Cold and warm at the same time.
Then, all of a sudden, imagine breathing again. A sharp ice pick going through your lungs every time you inhale and exhale. Every breath feels like glass. The taste of air on your tongue for the first time. You’re feeling birth for a second time, after being a nonexistent string of unconscious and meaningless thought for a long time. No wonder when babies are born they cry. But then that begs the question of: how am I alive? It’s …show more content…
It was at this time I noticed he was touching my hand, and that he was sitting close to me. When I looked down, I realized that I was on a bed. A thin sheet over my legs, and my body in a large gown. I felt warmer all of a sudden. My head felt like a balloon. Full of air, and floating in outer space. I must have fell back, because the man who was with me, was suddenly holding my head in place. “Whoa, whoa, you must be lightheaded, yes? Water? Some water will help- oh, you must also be dehydrated. Yes, you should definitely drink…” and it wasn’t seconds long befor I felt something cool touch my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and cool, crisp water filled it. I swallowed, and it felt like ice was spreading through my throat, into my heart, and through my brain. “To properly answer your question, I’m not sure why you are alive Lettie.”
Oh, that’s new.
“Lettie?” I felt myself frown. Why was I frowning? It felt as if my body was doing that on it’s own. “My name isn’t Lettie.” I said. I still felt blades dancing in my lungs. My breath still felt like glass entering my body. My head still felt like a balloon. But my mind, and voice, were much, much more fluid now.
“It isn’t?” The man with me asked, looking astonished at my statement. “What’s your name then? That’s what it says here in your forms.” He somehow pulled out a clipboard, leafing through papers. “Hm, yes, it says Lettie Silverman…” he tilted his head towards me. “You don’t think that Lettie is your