28. Bored

Yolanda was as bored as she ever was.

She was lying down for what felt like forever. It was not forever, obviously. She would not still have her human body if eternity has passed. Her body would be eaten by parasites or simply rot away and serve to nourish other organisms.

Also endless time cannot be quantified and Yolanda could remember everything that happened to her, more or less. She has not lost count of the days. Not yet at least. She was lying down like this for twenty two days according to her count. She might have been off by a day or two, but no more than that.

She could not move her arms. She could not move anything. Just as well nothing was itching. She was not entirely sure if her eyes were open or close, but regardless she could not see anything. She was either in a very dark place, or maybe she had something on her face to cover her eyes.

Even though Yolanda could remember how long she was lying down, she had no idea why. She could not move anything or see anything, yet at the same time it did not worry her. She could not care less. She was bored and that did get to her. If only she could watch television she would have been happy, even if she was still paralyzed. At least get to listen to music. Anything.

But the silence and darkness did not go anywhere. Yolanda was left alone with her thoughts.

She has spent the last three weeks or so trying to remember what happened. Slowly she has unearthed a bit more information each day, like an archeologist digging and sifting carefully through buried treasure. Having nothing better to do, she resumed that activity.

The last thing she remembered was driving to work. She remembered an accident. Swerving out of the way or a car that drifted into her lane, right into the opposite lane and into the path of an eighteen wheeler.

Surely she was in a very bad accident and now she was lying in a hospital in a coma.

Maybe her sister Debbie and her husband Mark were right now by her bedside, talking to her and praying for her to wake up. Yolanda tried to listen hard for any voices. If not her loved ones then maybe any other hospital ambiance noise her comatose body might hear.

There was no need to listen carefully in this devastating silence. There really was nothing. Maybe she was still too deep inside her coma and had to try her very best to get out of it. It is all about willpower after all.

She was lucky to even be alive after a head on collision with an eighteen wheeler.

Or did she? Can anyone survive such a thing?

She suddenly remembered her car being squashed by the massive truck.

Then she remembered the hospital.

No, not a hospital.

A morgue.

She was dead and buried.