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Please, Someone, Answer My Question

As I start to arouse from a deep, deep sleep, I am unaware of where I might be.
Slowly my eyes blink awake, but my mind hasn’t yet taken control of me.

My senses are slow to start functioning; I am aware of darkness, yet, flashes of light.
My brain tries to put together the pieces of where and when I went to bed last night.

I am not even sure if, in reality, I can’t move, or if I just haven’t willed myself to do
so yet.

I realize the noise I hear in my head is the sound of pouring rain, and suddenly, it
dawns on me, that I am soaking wet.

Remember. Remember.
What was I doing yesterday?
Sleep embraces me again.

When next I awake, I am not sure how much time has passed;
It could have been hours; or days; or, perhaps, just a second or two.
I am on my back this time.
The rain is pounding on my face, preventing me from opening my eyes.
Then I remember; I was having dinner with you.

Flashing red lights greet my eyes when I force them open through the rain.
“I feel nothing”, I only think to myself as an answer to someone asking,
“Do you feel any pain?”

I was having dinner with you.

The small flashlight being shined into my open eyes by someone kneeling down
beside me recalls the memory of headlights coming at us from a truck going the
wrong way in our lane on the highway.

Now I remember – I turned and looked at you right before going to sleep.

“Where is my wife?”
I am not sure if I said that out loud or just thought it inside my head.

I try to sit up to see if I can find you.
There is that pain he was asking me about.
The lights are turned off again.

I am warm and dry when I awake again.
The sounds of sirens in the rain are replaced by the beep, beep, beep
Of the medical equipment measuring my vital signs.

“Where is my wife?”

I need someone to answer that question before I can decide whether or not to keep
the beeping going so I can see you here again or to drift off to sleep and join you on
a different journey.

“Where is my wife?”

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