Awakening Sheeple

~ Chapter 1 ~

I ran blindly through the thick soup of fog, feeling strangely light and tireless. Flashes of color appeared out of the corner of my eye. When I'd look to see what was there it was gone. My pace slowed in an effort to get a better look at what I thought I was seeing. I stopped in my tracks and stood in the deafening silence, my mind grappling for reason, I was dizzy and confused. What should I do? What is happening? The thick fog seemed to squeezed in around me, it began churning with colors. My chest felt heavy and tight, it was getting hard to breathe. It was like being in a rainbow tornado but with no wind. I closed my eyes only for a moment.

When I opened them I was someplace familiar. Looking around the room, it became more apparent that I was in the hospital cafeteria. My gaze around the room screeched to a halt, my heart began to pound in disbelief, Kaysen! I ran to him but he didn't hear my cries, I reached out to touch him but his response was not what I expected. He looked up with my touch, he smiled and said, "hello Harlee!"

My mind burst with confusion. My eyes darted about the room to find a reflection of myself. There in the window I could see Kaysen and a woman, she was not me. A voice came from behind me and I spun around to see a beautiful woman standing right on my heels, I jumped back to regain my personal space. She was oblivious to my presence and so was he! Panic rose up from my gut, into my throat and erupted out of my mouth, "Kaysen! I am here!!" I grabbed at his shirt but I didn't get a hand full of cloth. I could feel him but I could not touch him, my hand went right through. He nonchalantly itched at the spot on his shoulder I had just tried to touch, he must get some sensation from me? "Kaysen it's me, please Kaysen hear me." I pleaded right in his ear.

I closed my eyes again hoping that this terrible nightmare would end. There was darkness behind my eyelids, "awe, sleep, I will sleep", I thought to myself. A sensation of calm came over me and a bit of understanding filled my mind. A loud noise from somewhere in the room made me open my eyes again. I was still in the hospital cafeteria, I was a ghost with no reflection. I didn't feel dead at all, what does dead feel like? I guess we don't ever die, but it is so frustrating that Kaysen can't see me! Why can he see Angels and other ghosts but cannot see me? A voice from somewhere in my mind whispered, "watch and listen," my impending panic was compelled into submission.

It was as if I was in a movie but not a part of it, if that makes any sense. Was this some kind of metaphor of life on earth? I could see what was happening in that very real or unreal dimension at home. Even though I was only an observer with no control of the happenings, I could follow anyone I thought about and even hear what they were thinking. I was above the fog now.

There he sat, right in front of me yet out of my grasp, Kaysen, my heart ached for him. I am not sure I should have watched what happened next, the events unfolded so quickly and I was helpless from this place and it was incredibly frustrating.

The beautiful 'Harlee' woman sat down with him, uninvited. Her full lips, high cheek bones, long straight black shinny hair, big brown eyes with long, thick black lashes, tanned skin and full perfect figure placed her as a Native American. She was stunning to look at and just as intelligent even the bland white doctor coat seemed sexy on her. "You look exhausted Kaysen," she said in her sultry voice as she slid a cup of tea in front of him.

"Thanks Harlee," Kaysen smiled and wrapped the cup in his large hands, his head hung down gazing deeply into the tea as if searching for answers.

"You really should get out of here Kaysen, we could grab a bite to eat and maybe a movie, what do you say?" She leaned in to catch his eye. Her breasts pressed together almost popping out of her low cut blouse. She was doing that on purpose!

Kaysen just shook his head, half smiled and half shocked (he likely noticed her boobs about to explode out of her shirt too), "Harlee, I can't, I won't, you know that." His words came softly, calmly, earnestly and with conviction. Huh, I guess the bosoms weren't the source of his shock.