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All of My Colors

Then there was a cloud of swirling colors.
They smelled like perfume and looked like anything I wanted
to look at.

I drifted slowly, up and down like I was being gently pulled
by a string.

The doctors' faces looked worried.

I saw it in their faces as I was floating around the comer
of the emergency room. .

Tlinhee.y turned on a machine that had a display of a green straIght

There was a steady high pitched tone that accompanied this
li~. '

A needle, I felt it in my arm twelve feet away.
My chest erupted into fire.
A wet fire.

The hum jumped into an unmetered pulse.
It grew stronger, steadier.

hItebadec. ame a constant steady rhythm that started a tune in my

The other needle put me to sleep.
The bed was so soft, warm and inviting.
Twheeignhtt.he heaviness set in. A thousand pounds of comfortable
Before I knew what was happening, the colors swirled
and vanished like a exhalation.

Timelessness, weightlessness.

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