A Language You Can See

I walked briskly to the windows. I searched for some sort of drape but none existed. Exhausted from my walk across the room I sat on the floor. I breathed heavily and then the whispers started again. They appeared far away at first then slowly crept closer. I froze. All I could do was listen. When the whispers eventually got louder I noticed that I was the one speaking. It was my mouth moving involuntary. I was consciously thinking myself to stop but I could not. I was trying to make out what I was saying; yet again, I failed. Still frozen, I couldn’t even cover my mouth with my hands. My eyes drooped. My head felt heavy. Then, sleep.

I awoke in my apartment with a hand holding mine. As my eyes were adjusting I could make out someone sitting on my bed. It was my wife. Actually, my ex-wife. When she found out that I was in the hospital she came to my side. She said that they released me fives days ago. Astonished at this revelation I asked how long my stay at the hospital had been. She looked down and did not answer me.

As I write this I can still see that white shadow that hides in the light. At times I remember it as being beautiful. Other times I get frightened for no apparent reason. I talk of the incident with knowledge, not memory. I don’t think back, I just know. It sounds peculiar I realize but no matter how it sounds; it’s true. I feel that the entity had shared something with me. We did not talk, nor was telepathy involved. It was more like an understanding represented by movement. A kind of language you can see.