Hello Darkness, My Old Friend
The time is 4 o’clock as I stare into the darkness. The wind brushes up against the glass and signals my time to wake.
I reach and take a step into the darkness below me and a gasp escapes as I am instantly greeted with the cold shock of the night.
My eyes open. And I am awakened.
Ever since I could remember, the operating room served as solid reminder of a future that is to come: a destination and glimmer of hope. This time, as I walked through the solid oak doors and listened to the familiar hiss of the room welcoming my presence, I felt anticipation. And I wanted more.
I blink and the room roars bright with blazing LED lights casting shadows on me as I look to the middle of the room. There is was: my future, my purpose, and my hope.
I turn and the machine comes to life. It senses my eagerness and it humbly obeys. The bellows move to my command as I force oxygen through its core. The machine sings in its obedience. I smile.
I turn and whisper to the air around me, “let’s begin.”
