Senses

I woke up with tears dried to my face. I wouldn't be able to sing again, wouldn't be able to hear perfect harmonies and flawless chords line up among the choir. I wouldn't be able to go to the movie theater or concerts or plays. I wouldn't be able to listen to the radio in the car, shake my hair when a favorite song came out, roll down the windows and spread the song to the world.

I wouldn't be able to hear my mother call my name if she made dinner or my father yell up the stairs to see if I wanted to play Risk. I wouldn't be able to hear my siblings laugh. I wouldn't be able to hear a boy whisper in my ear when his arms were wrapped around me. Because I couldn't hear.

It was a horrible dream. I think I have a double ear infection. I should probably go see a doctor about that.