Mary

It feels like years have gone by, when it may only be hours.
 I am suspended in space, floating beyond everything.
I can't tell if its night or day, springtime or summer time, or if I'm even alive.
Alive, what a funny word to roll off of my ... tounge.
A fresh new... thing. What a funny... thing, to think of.
I have dreams, while I'm floating, faces flash by, sad pitiful faces.
They don't have names but they are there in my... eyes.
One, has red hair, is tall, brown hair, with a white dress on, she is ... not sad.
I can't describe the... face, but its not sad, its a different face than the others.
Another doesn't look like, the other, but has the same, eyes.
She is tall too, but she has brown hair, like... Me?
Yes, like... me.
They are ... calling ... to me... it is faint, I'd rather float away.
But the red haired ... one ... keeps being in my eyes, she won't go away.
Where ever I float, she is there. Her mouth moves, but I cant hear her.
Once when floating I picked up something, I opened my eyes and I saw ... her.
She was standing next to me, with a different expression on than the other ... voices.
I looked in my hand, I found a flat ... something ... there. She was on it, in the white dress.
All I could see was the white dress... that was all the light would let me see.
Light? What is light? I remember, light. It would warm me when I was... outside.
With her in her white dress.... outside... alive... best day of my... life?
Sometimes I hear the voices calling, chanting, almost waiting for something.
I hear others asking for freedom, for the strange light, I did call with them, but I stopped.
When the floating came, I stopped calling.
But now one seems to call for me, it sounds... familiar somehow.
The 'she' came again in my eyes, I heard her this time, not the voices.
She said 'Cha-lee'
Another voice called after that,
It said 'Dad-dee'
I want to be with those voices...