I didn’t understand. I couldn’t remember. I stumbled into the white light or maybe I was pushed? I sensed the light taking inventory, counting each strand of my hair, memorizing my face.
My mind was flooded with crazy shapes and then I lost all sense of direction. Where was I? Who was I? A strange voice answered inside my head:
Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.
I picked up a key. There was no door to unlock so I swallowed it.
Suddenly I was transported to a garden where a man and a women dined. She was my doppelganger. I watched from afar, yet I could feel the sweat on her neck. He was telling her stories of knights and helpless maidens. I wanted to pull her away and save her.
My alarm blared. Maybe next time.
Written for Prosery Monday at dVerse. Today Merril asks us to insert the following line from Joy Harjo’s A Map to the Next World: “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”