There is redness everywhere I look. Walls blank, freshly painted – Red. The yellowness of the silent light glows bitterly and creates a halo over nothingness. I stare at the wall and wonder if the halo is for something I can’t see or maybe someone I choose not to see.
There is heaviness in my head. The kind you get after a rough plane landing. Shaken and stirred. I haven’t moved, yet nothing is still.
I know I have to move but I remain in a limbo of nothingness.
‘We are the choices we make’ a voice inside me whispers.
‘Don’t misjudge the light for brightness and don’t forget to see the person under the shadow of the halo”, it says.
Sublimely, I rise.