Jude

Ask and you shall receive, Jude. Wake. Wake. Wake. My eyes shutter open between intervals of darkness. The grogginess slaps me and my lids remain halfway closed. Inundated by memories, it’s as if there are no thoughts. A zen blanket covers me and shrouds me from insanity. The surgery, the waiting room. My body is numb save a few fingers, appendages of no use to me at this point in time. Strangely cognizant, my mind processes the events of late.