The boy is jolted out of his sleep. When he looks up, the light stings his eyes like pins to a cushion before drowning him in a blinding white. He squeezes his eyes shut. Although he feels the creases etched along his eyelids, there is no reprieve from the glaring light, for it does not come from without but from within his head. His instinct is to rub his eyes but his body is rigid as slate.
He appears to be stuck in a half wakened state, a kind of vision which he cannot escape. He feels helpless. He is afraid.
The light vanishes as he is thrust into a dream. He is rocking sideways in a powder blue room. A woman is humming in the background. Her voice has a soothing familiarity. She emerges into his view and the rocking stops. He first notices the blonde hair, which tumbles to partially obscure her face. She gracefully moves it to one shoulder, where it flows like silk and sheens when it catches the light coming through the window. Continue reading “Intrepid Explorer – a sci-fi prologue”