Maya Maya couldnât move. Her arms were useless slabs of meat at her sides, while her now foggy brain tried to work out what was going on. She tried to move her fingers but they barely twitched. Her head, containing eyelids made of stone, was moulded to the pillow. She could hear a murmuring, something like a cacophony of noise slowly taking shape, growing in a crescendo. It was like the opening of a play, progressing bit by bit, scene by scene.
Mayaâs drowsy mind pondered this somewhat unusual question before losing the train of thought and starting it again. She focussed on her eyelids, willing them to open. Slowly but surely, they flickered, moved, blinked. Her eyes opened to a sea of white. It was like fog so dense that you couldnât perceive anything distinct, or indistinct for that matter, mirroring the murky soup in her head.
The confused girl began to come to, coherent thoughts surfacing in her addled mind. Then there was this horrific noise, like a high pitched gruff roaring that filled her ears and soul. It was some time before she realised that it was her screaming.
Now there were other noises. She listened, quiet now, to what could only be footsteps, running footsteps, and something that sounded almost like voices, but not quite. Eyes open wide, she saw a shape appear out of the gloom, then another. She tried to shout Ka, but a strange croak replaced her voice. Blinking hard to try and shift the fog, she watched as people came into a blurry focus. Virtually blind, deaf and paralysed, it was the worst nightmare she had ever had and she needed to wake up. Soon.
Thoughts started racing through her slowly clearing mind, wondering where she was, and why she couldnât move, why couldnât she think clearly? Her memory banks were somewhere between depleted and non-existent, she only knew that she needed Ka.
As she attempted to focus on the coloured fuzzy blob leaning over her, she managed to command her eyes to squint, and the fuzzy blob developed a head. A rather large, bald, bespectacled head. It swam in and out of focus as he spoke as if from under water. Maya didnât know what he was saying, she didnât know what she wanted to say. The world went black as she drifted back out of consciousness.
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