The bright afternoon sunlight casts no shadows. There are no shields around me. No protection.
I squint and feel my cheeks rub against the grain of the cement beneath me.
And I hear the distant buzz of concern.
My body sprawled on the road, dividing the parallel and unending yellow lines.
Above me, faces, eyes - expressions of worry and anxiety,
I try to speak. I succeed in blinking. I want to tell them Ö what? I want to tell that that I am not okay, but that I am well. Only the heaviness of my tongue asserts its presence. Blinking again, the noise fades in a moment Ö and what pulls me under is not the darkness, but the light.