October 30, 2014

CHAIRS

By Joyce B.

I fumbled with the keys in my hand, trying to shove them into the lock on my front door. When I finally succeeded, I dropped my backpack on the floor and sighed, tired from a long school day.

Plopping down on my stool, I began my homework–there was a ton from math class.

Yes, I said stool. After all, I am rather particular about the items I sit on.

Plus, I pretty much hate those spinning office chairs, considering that one incident that happened back in (6th? 5th?) grade….

And then I begin to remember.

I had just come back from school. It was a hard day: lots of homework, and lots of projects. Everyday, I have five minutes of relief before I jump back into the twisted, stress-filled whirl pool of blood, sweat, and tears that is called school. I sat down on my chair sighing, thinking of nothing except the weekend. Suddenly, I started feeling dizzy. I was having a killer headache. I stood up to get some water to calm my throbbing head. All I could see were the colors purple and orange. I don’t know why, but I kept on thinking of one of those carnival dizzy mirrors with illusions. I looked down to rest my head for just a moment. And I saw a whirlpool. Yes, a whirlpool. I started to feel a sinking sensation, and then saw sheer blackness.

I woke up in a field of wildflowers. I had a bump on my head, nausea, and no idea what had happened. Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, I thought, but there was no yellow brick road to guide me. My memories all started coming back. A carnival illusion, purple and orange, and a dizzy feeling. It painted a big picture that I could clearly see, but didn’t want to admit. I was in another realm.

To be continued…