Unlikely Companions

Avatar Author: S. Zee I'm a lawyer (please keep booing and hissing to a minimum), born and raised in Kansas (please refrain from any Dorothy, Toto, or "not in Kansas anymore" references, or I may cut you). I enjoy travel, chocolate, old films,... Read Bio

Why the hell is it so cold?

I knew that there would be some discomfort involved, but I didn’t know that feeling the cold would be one of them. I’m not supposed to be conscious.

The day before the lights went out, I sat in the park with . . . what was his name? Michael? Matthew? We talked, but I don’t remember much. I remember the sun, and children shrieking with joy.

I remember joy. Joy when I agreed to hover between life and death, frozen, until they found a cure.

“Just sign on the line,” the doctor said. I did willingly. Right?

Matthew (was that his name) signed with me. He signed his life away to wait for me.

I disagreed of course. “You have a life. You’re not sick.”

“I can’t live without you.”

Romantic? You’d think. I remember little now but darkness. And cold. I wasn’t supposed to feel the cold. I hear voices outside sometimes.

“He didn’t make it. The pod malfunctioned.”

The dark and cold are miserable, but they’re consistent. When the lights come back on, I will be alive, but alone.

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  1. Avatar MissCookie

    I like it.

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