I swam for the surface of consciousness and broke through the watery casket that had entombed me. Clear of thought and action, I rose from my bed and tore off the tubes and wires entrapped me. Alarms pulsed annoyingly as I made my escape, but escape I did.
I found my clothes folded neatly in a drawer along with my wallet, keys, watch and some money. It wasn't enough for public transportation, but I knew where a nearby truck stop was and truckers are lonely road people who love to help and rarely ask questions.
I eventually found my way home. My daughter is still at work. She will be gloriously happy to see me!!
Now I am free to pursue those that have died yet still walk among us.
James Starlight, PhD.
