The Light Where Shadows End. rg cantalupo

no light coming through the bamboo blinds, and yet I was still drifting, floating on a raft, floating in blackness on a dark, uncharted sea.

      I tried to lift my arms, but I could not.

      I tried to shift my hips, move my legs, turn, sit up, rise, but I could not.

      I cannot feel my body, my face, my skin. I cannot open my mouth to call.

      I do not know if I breathe, if I am breathing, if I am still alive…

      I drift.

      Through darkness. Through space.

      In the distance, I hear the whirr of a saw as it cuts through my skull.

      I drift. And drift. And drift.

      And when I awaken again there is light, not white light, but a surgeon’s lights; not the light of eternity, but the light of life, the light where shadows end.