Fever Dream

I was lying on my bed taking a nap. My mom came in and I asked if she would get me a drink. My eyelids were incredibly heavy and I couldn't budge them. She returned with a drink, and I tasted it. I sat up a little and struggled to open my eyes. I was in a pretty good mood, it was just my body that was complaining. She left to call the doctor, and I could hear her in the next room talking about what she should do. All I heard was "So it isn't spinal menengitis." Then she asked me "Can you open your eyes?" The right eye lid opened a crack, and I could see below me. "Yes!" I replied. It seemed to me everything was fine and my mother was overreacting. I ventured slowly from my bed, trying to open my eyes further. My movements were slow and my eyes kept slamming shut. I made it to the office door. Again I could open the one eye, but then I realized that it had a fixed image of laying on my bed, like a picture was pasted over my eye. This is when I was no longer in a good mood, and I started to fear for my health. I tried to say "I can only see my room!" but my hearing was faded. It sounded to me as if I were speaking through a pillow. I spoke again, louder and slower, as if it were my mother who had the hearing problem not me. Then I woke up. I opened my eyes all the way, stood up and walked outside to find my mother. It was a joy to walk and to see! The dream felt real, but I am grateful it was not. I am grateful I can see, walk and hear. How lonely it would be if I could not hear. How much I would miss if I could not see. Message to the rest of you: Don't sleep in a roasting room, the heat will play with your head.