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Date Posted: 21:04:51 03/09/02 Sat
Author: Silver
Subject: Once upon a time is never when you think it is

Everything is changing, even the wind. We travel our private roads without serious contemplation of where we're going, not really. I began to envy the apathy of others, because it would take them far.

It was solitary confinement, that day. I saw and heard everything through a veil of glass, but it didn't bother me at the time. Looking back, realizing the altered preception when it began may have saved my sanity. No matter, those hours are spent and never to be regained.

Some ways into the first hour of class, a piercing headache began to form. This didn't seem out of place to me, as the boredom of math never failed to make my body rebel against serious thought. As the lesson progressed, however, the pain grew steadily worse until I couldn't see for the white hot agony behind my eyes. I apparently fell out of my chair at some point, because the cold stone floor was suddenly at my back. I could vaguely hear the shouts of my classmates and teacher, but they were not so much sounds as they were dull throbs against my tortured brain. Finally the pain became merciful and swallowed the white with perfect black.

When I became concious again, I was lying in a grey room admist the beeps of heart monitors and various other medical instruments. Somewhere in the back of my mind I managed to wonder why it was grey and not the customary sterile white of hospitals. The machinery showing my vital signs apparently picked up my awakening, because a doctor was soon at my bedside. I asked him why I was here, where 'here' was, and the other usual questions one asks when one wakes up in unfamilliar surroundings. He avoided the inquiry as to my condition, curiously, but answered the others as best he could.

As we conversed, I became aware of pressure at the base of my spine, spreading up to my shoulder blades. I told him of this, and he was suddenly fascinated by one of the many monitors surrounding me. This worried me somewhat, as a doctor unwilling to answer your questions is NOT a good omen.

That had no point, but I felt we needed a little story time. The above has no ending, by the way, at least not yet. Sorry for making such a longass post.

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