The first time I spoke the words, “I awoke from a wonderful eight hour coma,” I told my husband. I did not dream. I did not have to wake up to use the potty. The telephone did not ring. Heaven, I thought.
Upon arriving at work, I heard a teacher tell a student, “Wake up out of your coma!” The student was staring into space, deep in his own thoughts and oblivious to everything around him. Yes, day dreams help us get through hard days.
This afternoon my mother called, “Ruby is hospitalized and in a coma.” My dearest aunt is not responding to a team of medical personal. Is she enjoying the deep, dreamless sleep I love? Is she enjoying the day dreams of a child? Or is she trapped and can’t get out?
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