Who: Lauren and Open Where: The Field When: Afternoon Rating: TBA
Lauren wasn’t sure how to asses the situation. At first she thought she was in a dream but if she was in a dream why was she in a hospital gown. If she were dreaming she’d be clothed. But maybe it was dream. She had been conscious in waves of what was around her when she was in the hospital room. There were times when she could feel her mother hold her hand. Moments when she heard the nurses come in. Where she was now was utterly unreal.
As she tried to figure out if she was dreaming or this was real, another thought hit her. She wondered if she was dead but what sort of place would this be for a dead person and why would she be alone? Her mind simply couldn’t handle the fact that she was someplace else and that this was real. But how could it not be real. The thick of the heat, it reminded her of home on a summer night. While walking her mind ran over the possibilities of reality and then she began a philosophical debate with herself about what reality was.
Nothing looked normal hear. The plants were unreal. It also greatly disturbed her that she was alone. It was too quiet. Then again, maybe it was for the best that there was nothing around. She felt so vulnerable, it was almost unbearable. The gown she wore was paper thin, which was good and bad. It was good because it helped keep the humid heat from bothering her too much. It was bad because she felt exposed. There was no bra and underwear underneath, it was awkward. She walked with her arms crossed over her chest as if she were holding a book tight to her, her hands grasping her shoulders. Moving along, not sure where she was going she stopped to pick up a stick and used it to twist her hair into a bun and hold it in place.