By Chris Jones
After you left, I was…well, I hit bottom. Getting out of bed each day was the hardest thing to do. The second hardest? Making a bowl of cereal. If there was milk available, that is. Otherwise, I’d just suffer through the hunger until lunch. I never finished my meals.
Time played its paradox—the days lasted forever. Looking back, I don’t know how eight months disappeared so quickly.
But one day, without warning, it got better.
I woke up next to your bed and looked at you. I wondered whether you could dream during a coma.
And then you blinked.
Good story!
Wow. This was a total surprise. Very nice.
LOVE.