I’m afraid at first because the last time I closed my eyes around this woman I woke up on a gurney with Dr. Haichuan staring at me, having my insides exposed. And now, if I close my eyes and trust her again, what will happen? Will I remain whole?
Have I ever been?
“You’ll be safe,” she says, sussing my hesitation. I take a breath, I close my eyes and – following the signal, the burning in my gut – find myself able to dislocate, to remove me from me. Stretching outward like only my imagination thought I could. Kilometres independent of space. Tunnelling. Following the antenna signal.
What you’re feeling is something like the components of a space vehicle, she says.
Hard for me to distinguish in what mode she’s speaking to me. I try to match her breaths – deep, assured.
Pushing then se
