Eve

John K Adams
ILLUMINATION
Published in
5 min readMay 24, 2024

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‘Who am I? Where am I?’

Photo by Jackson Hendry on Unsplash

Roy stood in the still night, holding a package wrapped like a present. He didn’t know who it was for.

Starlight helped him see its professional wrapping in fine paper. It had no tag indicating the intended recipient. The large box, though not unwieldy, felt lighter than he’d expected.

He could only guess its contents. ‘Why must I lug this box around?’

The stars looked like velvet in the clear sky. The Milky Way lay just out of reach. Trees lining the road seemed to glow through the darkness. He felt submerged in a universal vibration. Each thing stood separate and distinct yet was connected beyond understanding to everything else. The living vibration felt almost like standing inside a peaceful, blissful beehive.

Yet he felt an ever-present pain.

He walked through the silent winter night toward distant lights. There was no wind. Snow floated down but it didn’t feel cold. How could this be? He looked at the shining stars. A glistening snowflake settled onto his sleeve and lingered.

He couldn’t remember who or why he stood on this road. With no sense of the past, nor connection to anyone, he felt as if he’d been dropped there at that moment. Poof!

But the pain kept him focused. Always present, it reminded him he was alive. Something…

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John K Adams
ILLUMINATION

I write to see memory and language wrestle with reality. Please comment.