In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills.” If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick? ~Daily Prompt 1/8/15
I woke up this particular morning feeling dizzy. “I must be getting ill,” I thought and went back to bed. After a few hours (or was it more?), I woke up feeling level headed, but everything seemed different. Had I awoken in a parallel universe? I immediately looked at the time clock on my bed stand. It said 10:25 am. That seemed to be the reasonable time to me. Something haunted my thoughts, “Is today the day after yesterday? At least, the yesterday that I remember?”
I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. My husband and children were at the breakfast table. My husband looked at me and explained,
“I tried to wake you up but you told me you were still exhausted. I decided to let you sleep.” This is the morning I woke up and everything in my world had changed. My husband looked younger and my children looked younger. I raced to the bathroom mirror to take a look at my, hopefully, younger face. Yes! I too was younger. How did this happen? What is going on? I felt oddly happy mixed with confusion along with a healthy dose of fear.
When I arrived back at the breakfast table, I asked my husband, “Has anything strange happened lately?” (I wanted to assess this situation as quickly as I could).
“Yes, in fact, it has. Do you not remember?”
I stared at the egg sunny side up. (I have never eaten my eggs sunny side up).
“Actually, I don’t,” I replied, sheepishly. (Why can I not remember?)
“Several weeks ago you woke up. Well, first, there was a thunder and lightening storm. Katy (our little dog) was outside and you went out to get her and bring her in the house. You were struck with lightning and went unconscious. I called the ambulance and they took you too the hospital.”
“What happened then? Did I die? Is this the afterlife?”
“After several hours you came to, but a magnificent transformation had happened with you. You woke up with the ability of your spiritual self to be transported through the blood veins of sick people and tell the doctors what was wrong with them. When you were finished traveling through their body, they were completely healed.”
My jaw must have dropped to the floor. (This must be a dream. Yes, that is what it is, I am dreaming).
“You really don’t remember it?” He ask inquisitively.
“No, I don’t. I don’t remember any of it. How is it that you and the children look so much younger?”
He laughed, but not at me, “We don’t look younger, we are younger and so are you.”
I was having a very difficult time wrapping my mind around this. It was simply to bazar for my normal thinking. My husband began to explain further,
“You touched us. That’s all it took. You simply touched us and immediately, we were younger with our younger selves.” I stopped playing with my eggs and finally took a bite washing it down with the coffee that was now mildly warm. How am I suppose to feel about this? Should I feel happy? Should I be afraid of all the drastic changes happening around me, including myself?
“You have been at the hospital for two weeks traveling through patients, healing them, and making people younger. When you finally got home you were completely exhausted and have slept for two days.”
“What do I do now? Should I go back to the hospital and heal people?”
“No, once you healed someone it gave them the power to heal and everyone is healing everyone else just by touching them.”
“That’s pretty cool isn’t it? Except, what happens to the doctors and nurses and medical professionals now?”
” I guess they sell their big houses and luxury cars and live like the rest of us.”