Counting Lambs & LionsArielle Williams
The Ferris wheel, the music, the lights…it had to be just as I remembered. My fists clenched as I focused on my breathing. I darted my eyes left and right in succession, signaling lucidity to the doctors. I had to remember more.
Person after person materialized around me, most with vague facial features that seemed just out of sight. It’s not like I was there with anyone that day; I hardly paid the fair-goers any attention. Their chatter was a low buzz in the background of the carnival music that bore into my ears, distracting me from the sound of my breaths.
The edges of the dream began to blur at the borders of my vision. I had to maintain control. I had to keep focused.
The Ferris wheel was my first stop that night. My feet sank into the damp g
