When I close my eyes I am transported to moments 20, 30, 40 years ago. It’s hard to sleep for this reason. I don’t know how I get there. I could be resting my eyes. Taking a break. Trying to sleep. Ha! Sleep comes with a price like a two-edged sword. I need the sleep to feel refreshed.
That’s what I tell myself. I lay down on the pillow and put the covers over me. The transport machine is waiting for me. I hear the engine running, The carrier comes in as a whirlwind. The speed and velocity of its steel blades cut through the tempered glass of my slumbers.
I lay motionless. However, I am restless inside and want to escape. Pictures flash through my head. I am in a kaleidoscope watching a movie in technicolor.. Then I see more vivid images. There is no air circulating in this mass of steel, blades, and wire. I am finding it hard to breathe.
I turn on my side Trying to dispel the images I see in my head. A voice says to me “These are the things that happened. The people in these holograms can’t see you now.’ They are only shadows of what once was “
It is as if I were in a play by Charles Dickens. Watching my life from someone else’s perspective. All night long I am transported to stops through time. Memories of the life I lived.
Light is coming through the window. I can tell it just turned 6:30am. The transport has left and I am exhausted. In a half an hour it will be time to get up.
Time to walk the dog. Time to get ready for work I run though the checklist in my head. All I want to do is recover from the night’s travels.
I lay in bed. I can’t remember the check points on the landing field. I can’t remember what I saw. I just know the transport will take me there when I least expect it.
When I close my eyes.
