The Other Side of Dark (2012)
“It slithers and slips and gurgles deeply into midnight pools in which I see my own face looking back. It pounds with a scream that crashes into earth-torn caverns and is drowned; it surges with the babble of voices that splash against my ears; it whispers over words I can’t understand.
I have cried out in my dream. I have called, and ages ago someone answered.
“Mom? Mama?”
My voice violently shakes the dream. I open my eyes, as with a trembling roar the dream rushes from my mind and my memory.
...I’m in bed, but this is not my room. Across the room is a statue of a nurse. Her pencil is held in midair above her chart; her mouth is open enough that I can see some bubbles of saliva on her tongue; her eyes are stretched and glazed.
“Where’s my mother?”
The statue comes to life. “Oh!” she says. “Oh, my, you’re awake!” Fluttering like a moth between too many lights, she pats at my bed, jabs at the controls that rest on the nightstand, and trots to the door. “I’ll be right back, Stacy,”MoreLess
I have cried out in my dream. I have called, and ages ago someone answered.
“Mom? Mama?”
My voice violently shakes the dream. I open my eyes, as with a trembling roar the dream rushes from my mind and my memory.
...I’m in bed, but this is not my room. Across the room is a statue of a nurse. Her pencil is held in midair above her chart; her mouth is open enough that I can see some bubbles of saliva on her tongue; her eyes are stretched and glazed.
“Where’s my mother?”
The statue comes to life. “Oh!” she says. “Oh, my, you’re awake!” Fluttering like a moth between too many lights, she pats at my bed, jabs at the controls that rest on the nightstand, and trots to the door. “I’ll be right back, Stacy,”MoreLess
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