Plastic

The idea, the concept, the very reality of plasticity, no not spasticity this time.. swap the s for an l.. and well, never mind.

All black, an open void and echos from the other side of the galaxy.

“You’ve been in an accident.”

I shook my head no.

“You’ve been in an accident.”

I shook my head violently side to side.

Murmurs and beeps, whispers, clicks.. saline.

Come back.

Faces floating, letter squares on a printed page, questions under a cool liquid high.

Tap, tapping my head.

“You’re going to be okay.”

I nodded and fingered my first word.

Plastic.

I should be resting.