forever.His childhood.Learning to ride his bike.His first holiday, and its oppressive heat, which even now made him sweat slightly, lethargically and writhe vaguely on the sand.The sound of large waves intermittently grew louder, almost deafening, and then, with a dying cadence, disappeared. He was driving now; the trees lining the road were bare and the landscape lay under a sheet of snow perpetually renewed by the pale sky. He looked down at his shoes and tried to undo the knot that had formed amongst the mass of black lace. A sharp pain ran through his arm, and his eyes opened to see the faint lights of the ceiling, dimming; again they were gone. He allowed the warmth of blackness to flood once more into his eyes. He was a child again, seeing the bright lights of the Christmas tree sparkle around him, and his father’s face contorting into a smile, much like that of the doctor, as he opened his presents. The pain returned to his arm - then disappeared as quickly as it had come. The doctor adjusted his yellow-rimmed spectacles and took off his cream-coloured plastic gloves - first from his right hand, then from his left. He washed his hands in the sink beside the window and allowed himself a drink of water from the cooler. He would be home within an hour. He would sleep peacefully tonight. He looked out of the window, through the three, black bars, as the weakening eye of day finally closed its lids.
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