Friday, June 8, 2007

R-147


That morning, she woke up with total amnesia. Her transition from the world of sleep into that of reality was slow, as if she were coming up from an endlessly deep black hole. At the second she moved her eyelashes, a flow of light flooded her eyes. But no thought crossed her mind at the beginning; a total blackout. Then slowly came questions: where she was, what day it was, what time it was. And why she felt that strong impulse to stand up.

She had to leave her bed; something urgent was calling her. She had to stand up, and she did, but in her mind first before her body made the slightest move. As she used to do every morning, she slowly sat in her bed, bent her legs and kept contemplating her pillow for long seconds, the time to regain her consciousness, and then made her first step out of the bed. Her feet touched the floor, and a new day begun.

This was exactly what she saw herself do, but only in her mind. She was unable to turn that daily waking up scene into a physical deed. There was something heavy tying her to her bed.

“My bed? This isn’t my bed!” she realised with the confusion of a half asleep mind. The colours of the blankets were different. Their smell was different. And light was not coming from her window as every morning. There was no window at all at her right. A slight movement up with her eyes showed her a totally different scenery from that she used to see everyday. Her blue lampshade placed at the centre of the ceiling was replaced by square sets of neon light! Light! Too much light was disturbing her eyes and the room was so cold. She needed to cover herself and hide the light attacking her eyes!

Again, her movement was heavy, slow, weak, negligible, inexistent. For a moment, she thought she must be still asleep. She was probably having one of those nightmares in which we are unable to walk or run as if our legs are chained. But the light seemed too real. Yet, the situation seemed just like a nightmare, and she didn’t know how to free herself from it. Fear started sneaking into her heart. She didn’t know where she was and why she was unable to wake up. She didn’t even know whether she was asleep.

But there were much other things she didn't know about. She didn’t know that she was probably never going to wake up again. She didn’t know that a lot of things had happened since she last fell asleep... three days ago while she was driving her car. She didn’t know that she had been in that bed for three days, unconscious, and totally paralysed. A lonely woman lying in some hospital’s room n. 147.

17 comments:

SABA said...

Is that a real story? (en ts cas, tks for the new post!!!)

Kaoutar said...

Saba >>> Hmmmm probably :p

Najlae said...

je nai rien à dire, just have a stock of hugs to send you!
xoxo

Issam said...

yup nice to read you...
It's the same feeling whe, you're so tired and you sleep anywhere you don't know where but you just sit down somewhere and sleep...But fortunately i've never woke up into a hospital room...

Kaoutar said...

Najlae >>> Tons of hugs for you cute koutkouta :)

Issam >>> Fréro? What's wrong there?? :)

Mr " S" said...

Nice Label " Ink on pape" It sounds very literary and artistic. Gol li ma kentich katiba 3omoumia in a prevoious life :)

Nice to see again :=)

Kaoutar said...

Mr. S >>> Hehehe la kent 3doul :D

betta said...

salam kwikwa,
just wonderful as usual, tbarkallah ala ur imagination and writing style. Allah yezid way yebarek. The other dimension of ur story can make it a good tool for the ministry of transport to use as a raising awareness measure to show the seriousness of problems arising from car accidents. On this occasion, thousands of thoughts to all those laying in hospitals, wishing them a quick recovery/ a big hug, Betta

Kaoutar said...

Betta >>> Welcome back & thank you my dear :)
I'm glad u think that my text could be that useful! :P
W Allah ychafi all those who had traffic accidents, u're right :)

SimplyMoroccan said...
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Kaoutar said...

SimplyMoroccan >>> Thank you & Mer7ba bik to the blog :)

(Safi u know where to find a 3doul in case of need :P)

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Mr " s" said...

Safi u found another new career. Iwa good luck " Miss l3douul" :)walakin the dilema remains:)

narjisim said...

very special as usual :) thanks!

S. said...

Hi kaoutar

is this story from you own imagination and words ??

if so ..you really have a great writing style and you know how to play with the words ..i envy you for that..i urge you to start writing other short stories.. you will be a good writer and i certainly will be fallowing your future works ...

keep it up

My best wishes to you ..

HichaM

Kaoutar said...

Narjisim! Seems i didn't see ur comment before! Thank u my dear.

Kaoutar said...

Hicham, mer7ba bik to the blog.

yes, it was just something my imagination pictured. Although there are vert small details inspired from real experiences.

Thanks for encouragement and hope to see u again here :)