A Grey Mass of Nothing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man awakens from a coma and discovers himself in an unknown world.

Submitted: July 22, 2010

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A Grey Mass of Nothing
By Matt Bjorkman
Yes, yes I know why I’m here. No, don’t start talking! I need to tell you!! I don’t care what my wife said, I don’t care what the hospital staff said, you have to know this! You have to understand….You all do. Alright, I’ll calm down and start from the beginning. Please, PLEASE believe what I have to say.
My name is Peter Kemps and I’m a manager at a small coffee shop. I have a wife, Joan, and I am 38 years old. I suppose it’s best to start at the real beginning, the accident. I don’t remember much about it, but from what the police and hospital staff told me I had been crossing the road two months ago when the car blindsided me. I was damn lucky by the sound of it, only some sort of head trauma they said. From what I later learned, I laid in that coma for a week before I awoke. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t awoke, sometimes I wish that I had stayed in that coma. No, I’m not suicidal! ….I apologize for that outburst. The memory is just…I’ll go on.
The first thing that came back was my sense of hearing. Even before my eyes opened, I could perceive several things. The dull beeps of the heart monitor. The splashes of the IV drip. The movement of clothed feet around me and the ringing of phones. Next came my sense of touch. The feeling of my toes quickly returned, followed by my feet. I moved them around, feeling heavy cotton over them, restricting their movement. Then my sense of smell, and the sharp tang of sterilization. Then something began to happen. First the smell seemed to change, gaining an odd floral scent, like that of dying flowers. The feeling of the cotton seemed to melt and become cold and wet, like an autumn day after a rain. The noises around me slowed and became a muffled dirge that gurgled and popped. Then I opened my eyes.
As my eyes blurred into focus, I found myself staring up at a dull milky fog. It seemed to swirl and shudder in random patterns the longer I looked at it. I slowly lifted up my head, trying to discover where I was, only to be greeted by a disturbing sight. Stretched across my entire vision seemed to be a mist covered void. Looking around, I saw this landscape seemed to stretch forever in every direction. I shouted out for someone, but the words that came out seemed to gurgle and burble into nothing. Finally in my agitation, I decided to remove myself from my prone position. The first thing I discovered was that I seemed to have no sense of touch or feeling. No, I take that back. It was more like that feeling you get when your leg or arm falls asleep, a cold numbing tingling sensation. Due to this, my first attempt ended with me collapsing onto the foggy landscape. The…I suppose you could call it ground…seemed to have no determinable sensation either. With much difficulty, I managed to get back up onto my two legs and began to move toward what I could best guess was north. It would be wrong for me to say that the landscape looked totally the same in every sense. While it remained bland and mist covered, some of the fog seemed to be of a more solid state then others. I discovered this the hard way, after colliding into some by accident. I continued to try to cry out in hopes of meeting anyone who could help me, but my words always seemed muffled and gargled, as if I was deep underwater. It was around that time that I made my next discovery. Some of the mist seemed to follow me. At first I thought it was simply my fevered imagination, though my current predicament made that even more questionable. The longer I looked, however, the more clear it became that the mist WAS moving toward me. It seemed to come in a rolling bobbing locomotion, at first slowly but then at a quickening pace. This movement was followed by a mass choir of gurgles and burbling scream like noises. I became more frantic in my own running, every once in awhile smacking into one of the more solid fog like structures. As I ran, I finally chanced to look downward at myself. My confusion turned to utter horror as I realized…I had no legs. Or arms. There was nothing there but a mass of the same fog that had followed me. I desperately tried to feel my body, but felt nothing but the numb cold sensation that had plagued me this entire time. The gurgling became louder, as I felt or seemed to feel a sort of pressure on where my arm should be. Wheeling around, I came face to face with a mass of fog from which the muffled burbles were emanated. Then the ground seemed to drop from under me.
When I came to, I was surrounded by several nurses, with a doctor by my side. From what he told me I had evidently awoken from my bed and had been seen wandering about the hospital grounds. Several nurses and technicians had tried to take me back to my room, but I had made a break for it and had fallen down the stairs as a result. The doctor later told me my visions were probably just a result of the head trauma and nothing more. I was discharged three days later and returned to work another four days after that.
It’s taken me a month to realize the truth, however. To finally know what the head trauma had done to me. It freed my mind from everything. I saw it. I saw the truth! I saw the truth of it all! Others must know this! Others must have experienced it! Our senses, our brains, they’ve all been lying to us! No, I’m not crazy! You have to believe this! You have to tell everyone. The universe! The universe and everything in it is just a grey mass of nothing!!!!
 


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