Back Seat Cosmos

• I am content where I am, thank you. I don’t have a driving license and that is for a reason.
• What is the reason?
• The back seat will do just fine. I always thought if the passenger seat were ever to be granted, I would simply put on a seat belt. Also, it’s not like I can obtain one now, it’s too late. I declare disability.
• What about the chloroform?
• What about it?
• Do you remember the moment you started to gain consciousness? Do you remember anything at all?
• I remember everything, in great detail.

I try to reach for the mug and fail to do so. There is a butterfly.

• The vehicles now give me the fie. I might be traumatized. But, that’s a good thing, right?
• What do you mean by good?
• That I am very much alive. How is that not a good thing?
• Do you remember the taste of your own flesh?
• I do. I would like to think that it came in the form of a kiss.
• Alright.

The color mayonnaise is downing in a flash. The butterfly is out of sight.

• I feel grateful to be alive.
• Would you care to tell me more how that happened?