a story YOU contributed to [no.1]
With your help this post may evolve into something beautiful. Below I shall write the beginnings of a story, a story hopefully someone will continue. And then another shall continue further, and another further, turning into something long and detailed, perhaps insanely complex or perhaps just insane. Even if it doesn't make sense at times, or spins out of control, it is still something. Something I will think special.
I remember it through a sort of hazy detachment. I know it happened to me, but it’s like it happened to another part of me. A part that’s not now present. Like when you’re angry at someone because in your dream they were mean to you. You’re not really mad at them, but some lost part of you is. Strings of thought slide in and out as the hospital room slowly materialises through the mist. This room, too, I see through a haze of cold detachment. A thought slips in. The smack of the bathroom tile against my cheek. Then the coldness of the tile materialises underneath me, draining away the heat from my body as I feel it more. Those tiles, much like this mist of detachment, were cold and white.
I feel so alone, although Alice slouches beside my cot, fast asleep. His chest rises and falls slowly in the darkness. The room is dark - at first so bright, compared to what I came from, but now I see how the lights are all off, the sky outside is black, and the curves of Alice’s face are formed by shadows. All shadows - crescents of bruise under his eyes, black clothes. He needs a shave, too.