back to normal, no panting or sense of exertion, in fact was she even breathing at all? She wasn’t sure. She felt high up but, looking down again, she realised she was closer to herself than she thought. She marvelled at how fit and capable she looked as she ran.
You’re doing so well and looking good, she thought to herself.
Abbie again looked at the brightness all around her; to her sides and above, and then, just for a moment, she thought she felt another presence approaching her. Before she had time to think about this, she found herself jolting and was then back inside herself on the path, gasping for breath and pounding along the ground at a pace.
Breathing steadily Abbie slowly came to a halt and stopped to work out where she was. She realised that the trees where she had wanted to turn were already some way behind her down the path. When had she passed them, she wondered? She didn’t remember doing it but realised she must have actually been running whilst in this other dimension, or whatever it had been…she had seen herself on the path but hadn’t really believed it was possible. And it had felt like only seconds, but had taken minutes to get that far. She had simply lost time.
On the slow run home, Abbie’s mind was only on one thing: why was this happening to her? And what was that sense of ‘something else’? That had unnerved her. She wondered if her grief was slowly driving her insane. Or had she miraculously discovered a new skill, an enjoyable way of escaping into another world, another dimension, away from her grief and pain?
Abbie realised she was crying and yet, at the same time, felt inspired and full of a sense of hope.
…………………………………………..
Abbie spent most of the rest of the day deep in thought. She felt a little shocked and disorientated so didn’t do much, just sat and wondered about her own sanity …or was it insanity? She couldn’t decide. She tried desperately to make sense of the events, these strange occurrences, but her mind gave her no answers.
Deep down though, Abbie didn’t feel as if she was going mad; yes she was hurt emotionally and was grieving, in deep emotional pain, but surely that wasn’t madness? It was a natural process, not insanity, surely?
When her mum rang later in the evening, Abbie did her best to sound cheerful and positive, even suggesting again the shopping trip for the next day. Afterwards though she wondered if she had really been that convincing, as she hadn’t convinced herself.
Abbie slept badly that night. She didn’t know if it was just her mind being overactive and unable to switch off, or was it a fear of what might happen if she relaxed and let herself go, back into that place where the unconscious mind is let off the leash to run amok and torment already worried souls?
Chapter 7.
The next morning, Abbie met her mum in a café in town. Abbie felt heavy-eyed from her disturbed sleep but she did her best to be sociable. She hugged and kissed her mum when they met, but she was aware of having to try to concentrate and stop her mind wandering. Abbie was in fact glad to see her mum, as although in reality it hadn’t been long since they had spent a lot of time together, to Abbie it somehow felt like ages. When they had greeted one another and sat down, Abbie felt she’d be able to maintain her ‘I’m OK’ façade but, to do this, she knew she’d have to be lenient with the truth if necessary.
Abbie explained away her fatigue as too much exercise too soon and a little trouble sleeping, which her mum seemed to accept. How could she begin to explain to anyone what appeared to have happened to her anyway? Who would believe her? Even in her own memory, it now seemed that these things had in fact been happening to someone else and not to
You’re doing so well and looking good, she thought to herself.
Abbie again looked at the brightness all around her; to her sides and above, and then, just for a moment, she thought she felt another presence approaching her. Before she had time to think about this, she found herself jolting and was then back inside herself on the path, gasping for breath and pounding along the ground at a pace.
Breathing steadily Abbie slowly came to a halt and stopped to work out where she was. She realised that the trees where she had wanted to turn were already some way behind her down the path. When had she passed them, she wondered? She didn’t remember doing it but realised she must have actually been running whilst in this other dimension, or whatever it had been…she had seen herself on the path but hadn’t really believed it was possible. And it had felt like only seconds, but had taken minutes to get that far. She had simply lost time.
On the slow run home, Abbie’s mind was only on one thing: why was this happening to her? And what was that sense of ‘something else’? That had unnerved her. She wondered if her grief was slowly driving her insane. Or had she miraculously discovered a new skill, an enjoyable way of escaping into another world, another dimension, away from her grief and pain?
Abbie realised she was crying and yet, at the same time, felt inspired and full of a sense of hope.
…………………………………………..
Abbie spent most of the rest of the day deep in thought. She felt a little shocked and disorientated so didn’t do much, just sat and wondered about her own sanity …or was it insanity? She couldn’t decide. She tried desperately to make sense of the events, these strange occurrences, but her mind gave her no answers.
Deep down though, Abbie didn’t feel as if she was going mad; yes she was hurt emotionally and was grieving, in deep emotional pain, but surely that wasn’t madness? It was a natural process, not insanity, surely?
When her mum rang later in the evening, Abbie did her best to sound cheerful and positive, even suggesting again the shopping trip for the next day. Afterwards though she wondered if she had really been that convincing, as she hadn’t convinced herself.
Abbie slept badly that night. She didn’t know if it was just her mind being overactive and unable to switch off, or was it a fear of what might happen if she relaxed and let herself go, back into that place where the unconscious mind is let off the leash to run amok and torment already worried souls?
Chapter 7.
The next morning, Abbie met her mum in a café in town. Abbie felt heavy-eyed from her disturbed sleep but she did her best to be sociable. She hugged and kissed her mum when they met, but she was aware of having to try to concentrate and stop her mind wandering. Abbie was in fact glad to see her mum, as although in reality it hadn’t been long since they had spent a lot of time together, to Abbie it somehow felt like ages. When they had greeted one another and sat down, Abbie felt she’d be able to maintain her ‘I’m OK’ façade but, to do this, she knew she’d have to be lenient with the truth if necessary.
Abbie explained away her fatigue as too much exercise too soon and a little trouble sleeping, which her mum seemed to accept. How could she begin to explain to anyone what appeared to have happened to her anyway? Who would believe her? Even in her own memory, it now seemed that these things had in fact been happening to someone else and not to
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