Sunlight, but Then Again it

¶ … sunlight, but then again it didn't. The color was wrong. Not quite gold enough for noon day sunlight, and not quite pink enough for the type of sunlight that you see in the mornings and late afternoons. That rose glow that makes everything seem beautiful and inviting, even an old weathered barn in a field takes on an enchantment in that kind of light. No, this is not any kind of sunlight that I have seen before or can remember seeing, anyway. And I can tell that it must be a very windy day because the clouds keep passing quickly, causing the light to dim ever so briefly several times a minute. Could be a storm is brewing outside. Yes, that was it!

Is the storm somehow responsible for the fact that I'm in here, wherever this is? Yes, that must be it. I remember there was a tremendous storm, and the trees were thrashing about, the tops crashing into each other like some sort of duel, slapping each other with their tallest branches. I remember this. I remember the silhouettes of the leaves and branches that would appear just seconds before a clap of thunder. But, no. This light isn't that kind of light. No. This is different. This is something else entirely.

The bunnies are back. They are gathered around me like a witches' coven gathers around some sort of ritual sacrifice. I see the flash of metal again. A light is traveling through a tunnel towards me, getting closer and brighter. Now I'm blinded. The light and the bunnies have disappeared. All I can see are halos of rainbows, glowing ever so softly against a blizzard snow storm. Now there's total darkness.

One bunny has the giant eye dropper again but he is moving away. All I can see is the top of his head. Now the window is back in view. The storm must be passing. The light has changed. The clouds must be finally drifting away, moving on. They are no longer interfering with the sunlight. The light outside the window is growing brighter and I can see dozens of figures. Some are bunnies, but some seem to be some sort of maintenance workers. They are dressed in dark clothing. Now they have all disappeared. There is nothing but the light.

The images aside the window are doctors and nurses. There are also police officers and other official looking people. Something important must have happened. Oh, there's my parents. My mother is holding something up to her eyes, then her nose. My father has his arm around her, giving the impression that he is comforting her, but for some reason it seems as if he is actually supporting himself against her, using her as a brace. They are talking to a man in a hat, must be a policeman. Standing next to them are several other people. Two are in suits, the type that businessmen and lawyers wear. There is a woman. She too looks very business like, perhaps a manager of some kind. The others resemble the bunnies. But they aren't bunnies. They are doctors. One looks like a nurse. Yes, something important must have happened. This looks like a scene in a movie or television program, like some sort of medical series. Now a man and woman have joined the group. They are a bit younger looking than my parents are. They look distressed. They both look sad. But it's more than sadness.

My arm is aching again. I wish the bunny with the giant eye dropper would come back. Whatever it was that he sprayed on me, was so cool and refreshing, and most importantly it made the pain stop. It made me not care if there was a storm outside or not. Actually, it made me forget about the storm. The storm. I'd almost forgotten. Is that how this whole thing started? The storm, and the trees thrashing, and the lights. Oh yeah! I had forgotten about the lights. Not the lightning. Some other kind of lights.

Blinding lights. Like the snow blizzard.

Why won't someone come in here and help me. I don't understand. I can see them outside the window. They are just standing there. Engrossed in some sort of conversation. Oh! The woman is looking this way. She looks so sad. No. She looks more than sad. She looks hopeless.

How can so many people be so close by and no one is bothering to help me. Don't they realize how much pain I'm in? Don't they realize that I need the bunny with the giant eye dropper?

Where is he? Where did he go? He was just here a moment ago, but now he has disappeared. Even the top of his head is out of view.

Here they come. The bunnies are back. But I don't see the giant eye dropper. My arm is throbbing. Oh, I can see my mother bending over me again. My father is standing behind her, peeking over her shoulder. She is mumbling something. I see her lips moving, but the sound is muffled like the sound of someone speaking into a tube stuffed with cotton. She's smiling. She looks so peaceful. I know that if my mother knew how badly my arm ached she would make someone stop the pain. She would never let me suffer like this. She never allowed me to suffer.