I couldn’t see if something wasn’t right, because my usual blurry view made it difficult to comprehend the distant lights over me.
I knew, that I had two hands and two legs.
I felt them, but they only did, what they liked to do, and I wondered, like always: For what were they good?
I knew something was wrong!
Someone wailed and bawled over there, but I don’t know, who it was.
But it wasn’t important, because there was always someone here, who cried.
I’ve heard it so often, that it became meaningless for me.
And I heard a usual soft lullaby from somewhere.
I thought, it was my favourite song, but they all sounded identical and awesome to me.
That were usual sounds of my daily life.
There was nothing different from before.
But what was wrong?
I really liked to know it, but the day was so exhausting until now.
Maybe I ask Susie, when I wake up……