Story-A-Day #423: Blurs

BLURS

Your head snapped up quickly, a violent jerk back into reality.  You realized that for a moment, you had faded out; literally faded out, of all that was right and real around you.

For a brief moment, your world had disappeared and you had travelled elsewhere.  It might have been astral projection.  That would be nice; but it was more likely just a simple case of exhaustion and delirium headbutting into your left and right temples.

Instant knockout...

You felt your world convulse, and slowly it all started to come into focus.  Slowly it all started to make sense again.

There was a haze of fog, but it was starting to clear.

You could see actual bits of your surroundings, and with them, the sounds that accompanied; although each new sound felt like it was coming to you from some far off destination.  It was almost like you were underwater.

You raised your right hand and snapped your fingers next to your right ear.  It was like a bass drum going off.

You knew that things were slowly spiralling out of control, and that you were at risk of losing everything, but you could also see the clarity through the sudden storm.  You looked up, and somewhere out there, through all that murky uncertainty, there was a form that you recognized slowly coming into place.

You shook your head, trying to clear the clutter, and the image became a little more clear.

You smiled, knowing that all would be all right.   You could see her now, slowly coming into place.

She was your rock, your anchor.  The fact that she was there, standing in front of you, meant that whatever you were passing through, would indeed pass.  She was your rock, your anchor.

She was your lighthouse guiding home through the blurs of the storm.

You blinked, and thought for a moment that she would disappear, but when your eyes fluttered open, there she stood; your proud and welcoming beacon through the storm.