Head in the clouds

I wake up and grasp for the familiar cotton bread spread and the gentle breeze that wafts thru my bedroom window carrying small flecklits of rain percolating in the air. My eyes remain closed and I search for the smell of the honey suckle that grows in a thicket around my window and I clasp my ears for the familiar buzzing of my alarm clock.

I suddenly get the strange feeling in my gut like something is wrong- extremely wrong. I look for anything familiar about the surroundings I am in- and then I remember that my eyes are closed. It takes effort to open them- they feel heavy and unused, my entire body feels limp.

I am finally able to pry my eyes open and bright light floods in, blinding me. I groan and turn over- attempting to sit up. I find myself quite unable to- my body topples and shifts before I can regain my balance.

I glance around the room- my neck stiff, my body inanimate. My brain first registers the monitors and the I.V cord attached to the inside of my wrist. I look at the way the light catches on the small oxymeter clipped on my fore finger, and the slightly familiar sticky substance of gauze caked on my white fingers. Small tubes run into my skin and I can feel the cool liquid that runs inside the tubes thru the plastic and into my blood stream.

I want to stretch but my hands are heavy at my side and it takes very much effort just to lift my hand shakily up to the glass of the window. I wince slightly at how unbeleivably unflexible and stiff my limbs are.

I furrow my brows. Where am I? I mean- obviousely I am in a hospital- but why am I here? I lift my neck up. I try to remember where the button is to call the nurse- from when I was in the hospital when I was a child. I had been in the hospital because I had broken a limb.

I end up sweating hard as I struggle to turn on my side and reach over the bed at the little button labeled 'Nurse'. I press it as hard as my fingers will allow me. Oh- how I wish I could crack them.

It seems like light years before the nurse appears.

"Yes Mr. and Mrs.-," she begins and then her eyes fall on me. Her face goes pale and she suddenly has a loss of words. I stutter myself too- my tongue won't form the words. They for some reason come out  with a few extra spasms of flicks and dots of the tongue.

"Whew am . . .?" I'm able to squeak out- my voice is completely unfamiliar, scratchy and coated with rust. The nurse looks at me- bewildered.

"Greta?" she says. I furrow my brows again- my eyes fall on some dried out flowers.

"M-m-ma-y naime iss I-ind-igo," I stutter as I press my fingers to the prune enclosed petals of the dried up flower. The nurse looks at me.

"Indigo?" she asks. I do my best to nod- I feel exausted and weak. The nurse licks her lips and looks closely at me.

"Do you remember anything? about the day before the crash?" she asks. I look at her and our eyes lock. I feel flushed as I shake my head.

"W-wa crishshsh?" is the best I can form.

"This is- phenomonal!" the nurse says before she leaves the room.