Dreamed 1999/8/22 by Chris Wayan
A woman I know gets up one morning to find a teenage girl sleeping on her front walk. She tries to wake her, but can't. Is she in a coma? Dead?
So my friend calls the emergency number. Cops, paramedics, doctors, even alternative healers all try to rouse the girl in vain. One acupuncturist pokes a needle in her thigh and gets liquid blood... but just a tiny trickle and then it stops. He says "This proves she's alive." I'm not so sure. A day or two later, that's still all the evidence they have of life--that and the fact she's unchanged. But still no detectable breath or heartbeat.
At last, I lose patience, and yell at them all "Face it--you can't wake her. She's DEAD." Though I feel like they're all a bunch of quacks who couldn't revive a cicada.
I wake in anger, then slowly realize my rage convinced me she was dead when I had no evidence--indeed, what there was pointed to life.
I gave up on her pretty fast, didn't I!
She was sleeping, she was beautiful, but I never even tried to wake her with a kiss.
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