As the sirens wail nearer and far-er.
The breath is trying to get back in. The air - that united - that stands around watching. Is trying to get back in. It cannot. There's something in the way.
The sirens wail loud and louder.
The blood is agitated. The beat of the heart is causing the dance to effect a strong pulse. Is it fear? Excitement.
The eyes relax and roll upward. God - are you there? Are you home? I may be coming home.
The sirens. The sirens now in the distance.
The sun. The light. The eyes. The clouds. The sky.
Am I going home? Is this where I came from?
If I have just another minute. I remember a song.
On a dark desert highway. Cool wind in my hair.
It's hot. My heart is pounding. I'm flying through the air -- angry. Confused. Why am I here.. Where am I?
I gasp. The air gets back in.
I look. I hear the sirens -- do I? Is that a siren?
My eyes gather focus -- and slow. It's in my hand. It's 6:07 am. Why am I holding a siren? Wait. What?
Close my eyes and take several deep breaths.
Sigh... It might be Monday.