Waking Over

(Alternate title: Second Chance)

My eyes open. 
Where am I? This feels familiar… 
Upon waking I see a turning-world around me. Birds flying above, people driving their cars, the trees swaying in the wind. The smell of the ocean and the dryness of air. Light shines through the windows of this small room, illuminating my resting place. Here I am, sitting on the edge of a bed, observing a strangely familiar world. There is something I wanted to remember… something dancing in my mind just beyond grasp. I feel as though I have been here before, just moments ago, only everything is different somehow. This is some sort of new thing happening that I don’t quite understand. I’ll visit this world then return to where I came from, leaving my body to rest, traveling back home. The light grows dim, the birds grow quiet, and the world is falling silent. Closing my eyes now to journey home. To that place we all gathered, in the land we all came from. We’ll tell stories of our adventures, of the bodies we inhabited, the animals we got to meet, the people whose lives we touched. We’ll describe the incandescent world, speak of its oceans, its mountains, laying in warm summer grass. We’ll share stories of how we went hungry and the discomfort of dying. We’ll speak of times we helped others find their way and showed compassion. Of a time we fell in love, held onto someone so tightly, as if to freeze time. Wishing we could make that moment last forever; desperate to holding on. I didn’t want to ever go home. I wanted this to be forever. As hard as I tried I couldn’t stop the turning-world and eventually the light dimmed. My eyes faded, her image blurred, then her face disappeared into the dark. I held on to as many details as possible but the image was fragmented. I frantically tried to put the pieces back together, make the picture whole again. Why, why couldn’t I keep it together? Her memory lingered there in the empty spaces of my ever fading mind. I was grasping at sand, trying to rebuild something after it had dried. At this point all else had vanished but the idea. This idea I held together, held up against everything else. I was holding onto it… holding onto… I was holding onto… something. What was I… I was just holding onto something. Just now… what was it… what was… 
Suddenly I was ripped away, torn through my body, through the ceiling, through the clouds, outside the atmosphere, past the galaxy, across the universe, far into the beyond. “NO! Nooooo! STOP! Please, please don’t take me! Let me stay! Please let me stay!” My screams echoed through time and space. Resting silently in the void. Then… 
My eyes open. 
Where am I? This feels familiar…

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