Day 135

Misplaced

She ran her fingers through her hair and found a twig.
Where did that come from?
She looked down and realized that she was
still wearing the clothes she put on three days ago.
As she stood up, her legs nearly collapsed beneath her.
Collecting herself, she began moving 
her legs in a motion that vaguely resembled walking.
Home?
She looked around and didn't recognize anything.
Where am I?
Her legs began to respond to her commands for action.
Moving toward the end of the alley,
some of the cobwebs began to clear.
Flashes of events came and went.

The car.
The car.
The car.
The accident!
Was there an accident?
A bump on the head.
There must've been an accident.
Run.
Run?
Did I run?
The dog.
There was a dog?
Where?
There was a skid.
A slam.
A cry.
I ran.
I must run back.

She walked with purpose, now,
determined to find the car, the dog, the skid.
Home.
As she made her way along, she realized that
she knew none of this.
This place was unfamiliar in every sense.
Panic overcame her as she turned another corner,
only to find herself right back where she began.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe, dammit!

She sat, trying to calm away the butterflies
violently flopping their wings in her stomach.
She sat and closed her eyes.