Amirah
My consciousness waves in and out on a beach of reality. Unsure what reality is or where to look as every image flashes before me. So vivid. So visceral. The pain, the joys, the sadness, and the happiness. They aren’t my own, but in a way, they are mine. Water just slipping through my fingers. Image after image plays on my fingertips. I’m watching them all at the same time
“Amirah” Marina’s form is bowed over me, her hands clutching onto the blanket. “Wake up, it’s time to get up”
I watch my own self laying there with bandages around my body instead of clothes. Pale and near death. I recognize myself, but it doesn’t feel real. Looking at myself doesn’t feel real at all.
“Hey” Marina softly pokes my cheek. The way she usually does to tease me. I see her brows furrow and her pai
