Dreamwalker

Real Reality.

The next couple days were unreal for me, I was released from the hospital with a clean bill of health, and my parents took me home.

The house was exactly as I remembered it, except for my room, which looked like it hadn't been touched since I was six years old.

The pink walls and fairy boarder were sickening enough, but the dresser and desk were covered in My Little Pony's and barbie dolls.

I roll my eyes and go sit on the pink ruffled comforter covered bed. My mother knocks on the slightly open door, and then opens it fully. I give her a smile which she returns warmly.

"How are you feeling?" I shrug, looking around as I reply.

"I feel fine, just thinking this room will need some adjustments." She laughs and nods, seeming to notice the six year old girl theme to the room.

"Yes, I'm afraid your father and I didn't think to change it...we didn't know what you would like." I nod, it's not their fault.

"Do I have any clothes?" My mother nods.

"I bought you some things to wear while you were in the hospital, but I'll take you to the mall to get a proper wardrobe."

I smile and stand up.

"Great! We can go to Macy's." I pause as I see my mother's shocked face, she's staring at me like I've sprouted another head. "What?" She continues to look at me strangely.

"We just got the Macy's a few years ago...how did you know about it?" My tongue suddenly becomes petrified and I can't think of anything to say that would make sense. So my mother and I stare at each other for a few minutes, and then she blinks, as if realizing something.

"What do you remember? From your coma, do you remember anything?" Seeing a way out, I shrug and say quickly.

"I don't know, Its like I have this information in my head but I don't know where it came from." She smiles and nods.

"The doctors said you could possibly hear us when we talked to you, and you might be able to retain memories." I smile brightly at her.

"That's great! And that actually explains quite a lot."

"Do you need anything?" I shake my head.

"I'm actually kind of tired, is that strange?" She laughs.

"You've been in a coma for the past eleven years, your body's not exactly used to being used. So no it's not strange. Go ahead and get some rest."

As she turns around and starts to walk out, I remember something I wanted to ask her.

"Wait!" She pauses and turns back around, looking questioningly at me."Jeremy..." She smiled slightly.

"The nice boy with the stutter." I nod.

"How do I know him?" She shrugs.

"He began to volunteer at the hospital about five years ago, and was fascinated with you. Your case was so unique, and unusual. He began to spend a lot of time sitting with you, sometimes he would talk to you or play music for you. Your father and I got to know him rather well. He's a very sweet boy."

I smile, and my mother's look makes me blush.

"Oh and that reminds me! He told me to give you this." She says, as she walks back in the room and hands me a note. I stick it in my pocket and thank her.

"Go and get some rest now, I'll see you in the morning." I give her a tight hug and she kisses me on the top of my head, wiping a tear off her cheek as she says.