The chirps of a robin calling its' kin are the sounds that resonate among a sublimed vibe that this morning brings forth. A sheet of lavender caresses every crevice of my skin, to lie motionless. The vibrant colors of sunrise along with the aroma of eggs and her departure evoke my senses to take notice. Last night was quite the night. I open my eyes in a prolonged manner as to compliment the very pupil that takes in the alluring scenery of bliss. It's in a mere blink, a mere blink that I find myself engulfed by a field of white carnations. To try, I try to scream but it appears as though my voice has left me, vacant of hope. A pair of vintage WWII dog tags worn around my neck is the closest to hope that I've got, they were given to me by my grandfather on his death bed before he passed years ago. I fall into what seems to be an illimitable well of dark. It feels like the deeper I fall, the lighter I become, to the point of complete stillness. What once was is no longer. What now is, most importantly, where is now? Despite the absence of all feeling, it is with a slight turn of my head that I become aware of the fact that I am no longer falling but sitting, sitting on what feels like a cold concrete slab. Suddenly, I hear a distant hum.... It draws near by the minute. Could it be? Could someone have found me? The hum soon amplifies into the loudest blare ever heard. [One can equate the violent blare to sticking your head in the roaring jet engine of a 747.] The violent blare gets louder, until finally'¦complete silence. Shortly after, the ground below me begins to pulsate rhythmically. I regain all feeling in my body and begin to dig into the ground with my bare hands. Much like a dog digging for a bone I dig for an escape of some sort, and yet I fail to tire. I continue to dig until I finally hit a door. Of all things, I've never been happier to see a door before in my life. Just I was beginning to taste victory, the door below me opens. I black out while falling thousands of feet to the earth's ground, to awake at the scene of a horrific car accident. An array of limbs, flesh and shards of metal adorn the pavement as I stumble across my grandfather's dog tags.

© Erik Duarte 2006

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