Flashlights - Day 4

Day 4

I’ve been laying in this bed for three hours now. I guess its been three hours. To tell you the truth, I have no clue how long I’ve been laying here.

I’ve just been laying here, watching these flashlights keep popping up. They have to be in my mind, because when I close my eyes, they are still there – they don’t even flicker.

After my initial shock of the first few, I just sat back and became the audience. 124. Yes, I counted them, and they finally stopped at 124.
I’m pretty good at numbers. 144 would have made more sense. It’s a much prettier number. But 124? Let’s see, that 2 times 2 times 31. That doesn’t mean anything to me right now.

I really don’t have much of an imagination. I think Johnny grabbed all that for our family. And that probably saved me from going crazy. The flashlight beams came from all sorts of directions, even from underneath me. I guess since this was all in my mind, gravity didn’t apply.

For a few minutes, I convinced myself I was asleep, dreaming. My knees told me I wasn’t, and I believed them.

I tried grabbing a few of the flashlights as they got close, but they were too fast, darting away as I reached out with my mental hand.

So I did what I usually do when I’m faced with something I don’t understand. I just sat down and waited. Usually this ends in one of two ways, either what I don’t understand just goes away, or I get tired of sitting and walk away.

I wonder how this will end?