Let the Dreams Begin?
He said I didn't think he would make it this far but don't worry just stick to the plan
I opened my eyes, and my bed was being pushed down a long corridor
by an unfamiliar nurse. She rolled me into a little crowded room full of glass
bottles and test tubes. It was a shabby room that reminded me of an old triage
tent you see in the movies. A greasy, skinny man stood up from his desk, and
looking at the nurse he said, “I didn’t think he would make it off the vent.” Holding
up some x-rays he said, “Don’t worry according to these, he’s not out of the
woods yet.” They walked outside the room and continued the conversation. “Remember
the plan, be nice to the wife and family, get them to trust you. When he kicks it,
just slip in the paperwork that signs his covid benefits to us in with all the
other paper to be signed. They won’t know what they are singing. They’ll never
know they have those benefits coming and won’t miss it. Easy. Just remember my split.”
I was left in the room alone for what seemed like a long time.
I couldn’t talk, couldn’t move and couldn’t escape. So soon I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was back in my room. There were cards and
balloons by the window where I could see them easily.
Did that just happen? Was it real or was it a dream.
Soon my wife came into the room followed by that nurse; they
were talking and laughing with each other. When the nurse left, I got Deb’s attention and
said, “Don’t trust them, don’t sign anything. They are trying to kill me.” “No,”
Debbie said, “they are trying to save your life.”
But were they? I thought to myself. It seemed too real to be a dream.
