"John! Can you hear me?"
The voice echoed in my head, as thought it were a subway tunnel. I felt my eyes tighten further. I didn't want to hear him. I wanted to just drift to sleep....let myself float downstream. Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream.
"John, remember what your mother said. The key to life. Remember?"
My mother? Who was talking about my mother? Suddenly, like a light switch I felt someone holding my hand. Holding it tightly, between two of theirs.
The key to life. Happiness. I wasn't happy now. Think about things that would make me happy. Music. Yoko.
Wait....that was who's talking to me. Paul. My Paul.
"Are you awake? C'mon John, come back." I was shocked to hear his voice break on back.
I wanted to speak. I'm okay, Paul. Where the hell am I? But my throat wouldn't work.
"No!" I heard him growl at somebody. "No, he isn't gone. He's going to be okay."
"Paul, your mom died when you were fourteen." Another voice I thought I should know. "I think you're star