the crystal
“Alex?”
“Alex, can you hear me?”
“Alex?”
“Alex?”
“Alex, can you see this light I’m shining down at you?”
“Alex?”
“Alex, can you hear me now?”
“Alex, if you can hear me, think about what it feels like to wake up after a long sleep.”
Her head feels soft and rested, like a weightless cloud. Her heavy eyes slowly peel open. As usual, there is nothing but white light all around her. She squints at the white-coated figure standing over her.
“Alex, can you see me now?”
“Mom?” Alex murmurs. “Auntie Cass?” Gentle waves of soft static roll through all her nerves. She wiggles her toes. Her fingers come back online. Her chest feels heavy, but cozy. Her bedsheets are white and silky, her skin smooth as air as she rubs a cheek against her white satin pillow. She squints up at the white-coated figure again. “Mom?”
“Take it slow, dear,” Medea whispers. “You were in hypersleep for a long time.”
> container unpacking . . .
> script in progress . . .
> browse the library while you wait?