Cheerio
He opened his eyes slowly. For a few moments he just laid there, feeling his mind completely empty and being unable to tell where he was or what was happening to him.
A few seconds later, he felt if his body starting to float. It was bizarre, but very smoothing and comforting. He realized the laws of physics did not bind him any more. He felt free. Free from all the pain, free from the drugs and the machines that were keeping him alive. For him, it was a relief.
He was lost in his own considerations when he heard a pretty young lady, sitting on a chair, face on her hands and crying. He reached for her hand and asked her why was she sad.
She didn’t move or show any sign of acknowledging his presence there; it was not without surprise that he noticed she could not hear or see him. As a matter of fact he realized his hands could not touch her… nor could he feel or touch any other object. At this point, he recognized her and her pain suddenly became his, as well.
He wanted to tell her that everything was well, that his suffering was over, that his love for her was as big as always, that he would always be there for her, he would always take care of her, but she could not listen.
It was obvious there was no way he could ease her pain. It was a long path she would have to walk alone. He could just stay there and take care of her in ways she would not notice.
Oh… if at least she could know that he was well, that his love for her was unchanged, that he would be there for her, to help her go trough this, to put her back on track… but she could not know that.
His mind was hopping from thought to thought at the speed of light, when a strong white light took over the room. A voice whispered his name and said it was time to go. Surprisingly in peace with himself, he moved towards the light and let himself float away from the room.
He turned back and reached his arm a last time, but the voice whispered- it’s over, all you can do now is take care of her from above. You have to let go. She will be well.
