Heavens Gate

I opened my eyes for a moment, the world looked like I was underwater! Everything was wavy, swimming about.

I could barely keep my eyes open. I shut them again. I don't know how much time went by before I could put together a coherent moment. Snippets of time here and there, little pieces of memory floating about. Someone was putting something cool on my forehead and then another where someone was trying to feed me some soup and some water. People talking in quiet mumbles in the background. Jumbled pieces of mash that I could make no sense of. No timeline could I place with it either.  I could remember someone changing the sheets just rolling me gently from one side to the other.

I vaguely thought, "I hope that I didn't mess myself."

I had some funky delirious dreams too.  Some not so great. Dreams of being chased in the dark, always with this sense of foreboding and the chase went on and on. There was an older man too. I don't know if he was part of my delirium or if he was real. He was testing my fever and listening to my heart.  I was pretty sure that was real...or not.

I woke up again, but that time I wasn't feeling so delirious. I felt cool, a little more comfortable then I had been. I looked around the room, there's only myself. The world wasn't swimming anymore which pleased me greatly since the idea of being underwater and breathing at the same time was freaky to me. My eyes closed again but this time it was to a long dreamless sleep of recovery.

I'm not sure what time had passed but, when I did wake up, I woke to a rumbling stomach and a full bladder I could only count this as good news. I slowly sat up swung my legs over the side of the bed. Gently I tested my weight on my trembling legs, held them there for a moment and when I was confident I wasn't going to fall over, I made my journey to the bathroom. How do you spell relief?

P.I.S.S.!

Feeling much relieved, I open the door and looked in both directions.  I heard voices coming from the kitchen, I walked slowly there.

"Oh my dear, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Mrs B asked with a concerned expression on her face. My new friend P pulled out a chair for me.

"I'm ok I think...a little wobbly, very thirsty," I answered.

"Oh goodness, of course and hungry too no doubt. Here's some juice and I'll get you a cup for tea."

She made up a plate too which she used to put some  crepes on with strawberries and whipping cream too. I've never tasted anything so heavenly in my life! I looked up at her with a grateful expression on my face and my cheeks full of whipping cream. Trying to drink juice at the same time. Finally I finished filling my face, stomach so full I couldn't put in another bite! It took me less than five minutes and my head started to nod again. I tried to fight it but my eyes just would not stay open.

"Oh young lady, you need to rest more. You've only just come out of your fever. Come on then, off to bed," Mrs B said. I didn't argue with her I simply let her steer me back to bed.

She drew the covers over me and then said to me, "Perhaps when you wake my dear, we can talk about how you got those bruises."

"How I got those bruises..." I thought. "That's the real question...."