Puppet: 300 Years LaterMy butt rested on a soft bench that moved slightly side-to-side under me, not so much swaying as both bouncing and swaying, as if I was on a kid’s carnival ride. A chilled breeze made me shiver. I tried to open my eyes but they were struck shut. My nose was partly plugged, so I sniffed in hard, and then out harder. Once my nose was clear the stink surprised me. No, not a bad smell, but more a mixture of odors I couldn’t pin down, cheese maybe, or sweat, or flowers. And all around was the buzzing of conversations and distant music, none of which I could recognize or understand.
For a moment I thought I had passed out at the circus. But then I remembered that poor lion and the airliner crashing into me. Had my death been a drug induced illusion? And if so, where was
