It started as just little twinkles. Quick flashes like soft, colorful fireflies in pinks, greens, and purples. They danced on her eyelids and she yearned to be closer to them. She reached for them, stretching her arms and straining her vision. Their intensity grew and she knew she was near.
Vibrant blues and reds overtook the pastel hues and she could hear something. A vibration, no – a whisper. Now a humming in the distance, getting louder and more distinct with each second. Voices, noises…it sounded like a party. The lights were still spinning around her and it made her feel like she was the guest of honor at a festive disco. She imagined this was how a celebrity felt – lights flashing, blurred faces quickly in and out of focus as she passed them, all wishing to talk to her for just a moment, touch her, as she made her grand entrance into the gala being held just for her. A face hovered in her vision longer than the others, a man likely near her age with warm hazel eyes. A spinning disco ball threw flashes of the bright lights all over her and all around the room, the voices swelled around her, and the host illuminated her with a soft white spotlight.
She was transfixed by the light. She gazed longingly at it, unconsciously moving towards it as if a magnet was pulling her to its source. It was warm and shimmered on her skin and she was covered in fine silver glitter. She reached out to the light, sensing that her fingers were only inches from being able to grasp its origin. Anticipation ran through her body like static, tingling her nerves and tickling the fine hairs on her arms. Just as she knew she was there, the crowd rushed in, surrounding her. They were excited, frantic almost. Their manic movement was starting to put distance between her and the source of the lovely light. She reached farther, strained harder, closing the gap, when the crowd swelled and she was pushed forcefully backward by a hard hit to her chest. It knocked the air out of her and she flinched.
In that instant, the soft, warm light began to pulse and quickly transformed. It became harsh, like staring at a fluorescent light while suffering a migraine. The warmth was gone and she felt a chilled breeze brush her skin. The voices were still present behind a low roar in her ears, but not excited and happy. They were concerned, emotional, and she couldn’t see the faces they were coming from. The light was so painfully bright now, she couldn’t stand to face it any longer. She turned her head to shield her vision, and felt a sharp pain run down her neck and into back. She winced, but it worked. She could see, and all the shimmering flecks of glitter slowly took shape as bits and pieces of glass surrounding her, reflecting flashing lights from the distance.
Slowly, she recognized that one voice was rising above the roar. It was calm, sweet almost, saying her name. Even slower, she was able to focus on a face slightly above her, his warm hazel eyes.
“You’re going to be okay,” he said reassuringly. “Don’t try to move. You’ve been in an accident, but everything is going to be okay.”
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