JustMOMsensations

All is black.   I am jarred from an abyss into reality.   Each sense sparks to life with new awareness yet I am hesitant to make the connections between senses, memories and the present moment.   Eyes open.   Dull light is coming in through the window, but what window is this? The surface below me does not feel like the feather top Mom laid over my unyielding dorm room bunk.   Afraid to turn my head, my eyes scan the room as my fingers begin a search for answers from the material beneath me.   The texture thick, course and littered with holes like the worn couch I used to play on in Grandmas basement.   Near my left hip there is wetness.   My head aches.   I hear my heart beating faster and with each pulse pain slices through the memories I am trying to reconstruct.   It starts out black and empty before pictures begin to shuffle in.     Black spaces remain where the pictures misconnect.   Pieces are missing. ...