Waking Up

Have you ever been so tired that you just didn't want to move… ever again?

My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as I slowly woke up.

The first thing I heard was the beeping of the EKG machine beside my head. I didn't bother to open my eyes as I listened to the beating of my own heart.

Was I going to open my eyes and realize that everything was a dream? Would I be back in Toronto, waking up from a coma? Could I do that? Could I pretend that everything I had experienced was just a dream?

Or what happened if I woke up and I was back to being six years old, waking up the other world again?

Could I restart that life again? Knowing what was going to happen?

Or maybe I just won't wake up.

I think I like that option best.

Letting myself sink back down into the darkness, I fell back asleep, not caring one bit about what was going on with the rest of the world.