There she was, looking up at the dark sky. She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there, at least for a moment. Then she was cold inside, even though it was in the dead of summer. Loud noises were almost deafening at times, like someone was banging on a gong, she thought to herself. She laughed silently to herself about why she was cold in the middle of June. In reality, the concrete slab she had fallen on just a few minutes ago, out behind the old concessions stand building was drawing the heat out of her body, as the rain poured down like God had opened up the skies.
As she sat up, she looked at the trees. She looked to her left, then to her right. Everything was just a blur to her. Although images of buildings and trees were on her mind, like she had been there before, she was lost. She truly had no idea where she was or how she had gotten here. She sat there, leaning against a large metal box.
Almost fifteen minutes went by as she sat there, trying to remember where she was. Everything seems all too familiar, like it was a place where she was meant to be on this day, yet she was very confused. Finally she found the energy to stand up. She placed her left hand on the now nearly flooded concrete, her right hand on the wall beside her, and made her way to her feet. Once upright, she looked around for a few minutes, trying to find her location. Although she was lost, she also felt very happy, and now warm inside. She felt like she could run a marathon. It was still raining, but the steady downpour had turned into a slight drizzle. The green grass was replaced with running water and mud, from the thunderstorm that she had just lived through. She looked down at the flowing stream of rainwater. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a needle sticking out of her arm. It was the very same needle that she had shot herself up with, just about an hour ago. All her memories from this evening came back to her in one swift, almost overwhelming second. She finally realized the she was at her kids’ baseball game. The very game that she had dropped them off at, shortly before she shot herself up. She looked around to the metal box, it was a soda machine she was leaning against the whole time.
Without even thinking, she walked past the soda machine. There, sitting on the other side, were her two kids, leaning up against the old concession stand wall. The game had been rained out and everyone had left. The kids knew exactly where their mom was the whole time. They had seen it before many times. They had learned just to sit and wait until mom had ‘snapped out of it’.
Together, they walk home, like nothing had ever happened. The two boys trail behind the mom, looking up at the new sun filled sky, as mom talks on her cell phone.
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