Sometimes I wonder what a coma would feel like. I imagine all the scenarios that could be experienced while in the midst of an uncontrollable deep sleep. Perhaps it feels like your suspended, drifting lazily along a river that has no foreseeable end. You could also be in a field. Lush grass brushes your knees and the gleam of the sun forces you to cringe as you look toward the sky. In your gut you feel the deception of the scene. Although the sky appears clear and endless, you can sense the restrictions it has chained to you and the need to awake. Maybe you're in a forest. Black paints itself across the horizon and trees wither and crumble to the touch. You feel the need to run, to hide. Blood pumps through your your ears and your vision lilts and threatens to glaze over. Despite your limbs aching and your breath being drawn ragged, you have this horrible feeling that you have to run. Something is stalking you, hunting you. It can be heard in the rustle of the dead leaves scattered across the ground and the hiss of a low current tickling your ears. Although you keep pace, fleeing for hours, you never find a way out and the forest becomes your inevitable end. You could also never be aware that you've been pulled into a coma. One could go about their daily routine ignorant of the fact that their brain has created a dream parallel to reality. You hypnotically animate your life with interactions that never existed and events that never occurred. Messages from loved ones begging for your return may reincarnate themselves in newspapers, TVs and books from time to time. These signs are too subtle though and can only helpless observe as you go on encasing yourself in a glass lie.