Intro

It's hard to believe sometimes. HOw suddenly I can become hyperconscious of everything around me, so much so the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I can hear two people talking as clear as day three rooms away. It's as though they're communicating telepathically to me and I long to communicate back to them, but I'm the only one who knows this. This thing they thought was only a secret between the two of them. And this, this hyperconsciousness seems to only come sporadically, without any warning, the only tell-tale sign I get is a buzzing in the ear for a second before all the hairs on my body stand still.

I never used to be this way at least I don't remember being this way. But a year ago as I was driving my car on the highway along a curve, I lost control and my car fell and flipped over. The only thing I remember seeing was a white spot before everything turned dark. When I woke up it was to find myself in the confines of the dark space within my car. The air was oppressive and my chest burned. AT that moment I realized I was facing my own death and any minute now, I would start to feel it. And then the tingling began. "Is this what people feel right before they die?" I asked myself drowsily.

I thought about my grandmother who had raised me from infancy. I wondered how she would be able to handle the news of my death. She had loved me as any mother could. I hoped she would be okay and wished I had gotten to feel her arms around me once more. I thought about Sandy and her perpetual need to be comforted because some loser didn't recognize what a gem she was and then I thought, who would spend timw with her on Sundays laughing over icecream? Who would call her beautiful and mean it?

I gave one more painful heaved before the work went black again.