The Voice

Jim was laying in the hospital the bed slowly climbing through the layers between him and consciousness.

He could hear the voice talking to him as he floated between the layers, not quit getting up high enough to respond, "It's safe to wake up....You won't believe what happened to me.....Jim you have to wake up.....Just follow my voice back....You have got to hear this....Simon is not happy about the three week long nap of yours, he keeps calling me yelling, Sandburg when is Jim going to wake up?"

Jim settled into listening to the voice. He couldn't seem to break the surface and respond.

Then the voice made a simple command..."squeeze me hand."

Jim could do that. He moved his fingers, and then he heard cheering. Other voices came and were jumbled, yelling orders, he ignored them.

The voice returned, yelling at the others, "quiet!...now he did respond to me but this is too much!" It wasn't the voice that he had to respond to so he ignored it too.

The voice changed, back to the voice he had to respond to, "Jim, lift your right arm."

He tried, it was hard. His arm was heavy, it only moved half an inch. The load buzz of voices were back. The voice was back, ordering people out of the room.

It was quiet again but he tried to follow the voice but it was too much, he gave up and went to sleep. The voice would be back later.

The end