A/N mention of loss and trauma so read with care if this may be a trigger for you. Thanks.
Jo slept and dreamed and each night since the accident with the radiation the dreams had grown and become even more vivid and real. Since before their birth a sense of loss had been engrained into their very being. The loss of their soul mate, which never made sense to them but now it was going to help them.
The radiation had awoken something that remained of the spirit of their soul mate. It had energised the idea or was it even energising and bringing the very parts that had been absorbed into them back to consciousness? Jo didn't know or care.
The dream ran quickly and was so immersive that Jo felt they were living the life. The light, the glow, the warmth of the source was more than the sun it was the essence of life itself..
The dolls house with family and sister. Friends and toys with expressions of joy and fun with laughter running through every moment. The sense of wholeness and wonder at the feeling of the world.
A baby, a doll and a pushchair. Nurturing and dressing and caring.
Dancing and spinning, dressing and becoming part of the games with the older children. Youngest of all, but with a spirit for fun and an imagination that set the older children in awe.
Games with many in an idyllic setting. In and out of houses and playing in the cul-de-sac with no cars. The road was a playground and every child engaged in laughter.
Jo could not tell if it was them or they were someone else. They didn't care as their body was able and their mind was free to be themselves. Sharing the little they had. Swapping clothes and dancing and playing. The first time they felt complete and happy in body and mind.
They knew this was what they wanted and needed. They knew this was how life was meant to be. Yet there were no mirrors or reflections to see who they were. Is it Jo or the spirit inside them that made them laugh and think the impossible and imaginative games and stories?
The energy to play all day and never tire. Not having to sleep and leave the others as they rested. The inner soul energised and resurrected.
The day never ended. The laughter and fun taking a hold and showing them what could be and they couldn't understand if it was them or something had changed. The truth would take years to become clear, but thoughts of that had no part as the pure joy and fun of the dream that had been kick started by the radiation seems to feed on the fun laughter and joy.
Jo slept, dreamed and healed. They were becoming one in mind, spirit and soul. No longer hidden and misunderstood inside. No longer a missing mind or body. They were together as one making the most of who they were. Never a thought of loss and damage from this day forward. Was this just a dream? Was this an awakening? Or was it possible that the body lost before birth and absorbed into Jo was now them as one? Jo dreamed and lived through their imagination for this was joy and truth to them. As a child they needed little more with a loving family and this rebirth in their dream.
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