Helena

April 20th, 2008

Everything is white.
In the far off distance I hear music, mostly classical with a little Folk / Dixieland behind it.
I'm lying on my back, with my knees bent vertically, and one of my arms tucked under my head.

I ask aloud, "What is this?"
Behind me, he says, "Helena"
When I hear the word, I see it in the whiteness, like a subtitle. Yellow font, in perentheses...
(Helena)
He repeats it over and over, as I try to think of why the music sounds familiar.
(Helena)
(Helena)
(Helena)
(Helena)
(Helena)
I lean my head back and my body turns of it's own accord so I can see his face, and he's smiling at me as if I should've known the song was called "Helena", and I'm a dork for not remembering.
I narrow my eyes and smile back in a silent retort, and face away from him. My body is slowly moved (by an unknown force) to it's left side so I'm lying in a relaxed fetal position, and suddenly I start to feel a faint warmth envelope me as (the unknown force) pulls be backwards into his embrace. The closer I am to him the warmer I feel, and the more the whiteness around me turns to a soft yellow, then a soft gold, and finally a radiant orange. ♥