Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton - Doctor Blind
Kyle was telling another joke. He had everyone in stitches. "Well fellas," Kyle said in his easy-going way, "I'm getting tired, I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"See ya later Ky," "Peace out man," the lingering diners shouted. Kyle's parents wheeled him out of the cafeteria and into his room. They spent every Sunday with him while the nurse took a day off.
"You take it easy Ky. Call us if you need anything," His father said, patting his son's head. He was still getting used to the idea of Kyle living on his own.
Kyle's father left the room before the mother-son ritual that had become routine began. She washed and changed Kyle, and inspected his legs for any bed sores to report to the nurse. Kyle looked away while his mother performed tasks that were second to breathing just a few short months ago.
She tucked Kyle into bed and took her darling boy's face into her hands. She kissed his forehead gently. "Goodnight my love." She looked back at him one more time before turning off the light and leaving the room.
A deep breath, Kyle begged for the sleep to take him in.
In his dreams, life carried on as it was. His mother used to always kid and say he was born in the ocean, and that's where found himself night after night. He looked out in front of him and the blue water stretched as far as the eye could see. The sun began to slowly break through the clouds.
It was time.
Kyle took to the water, slowly making his way to his destination. He waded a bit, licking the bitter saltwater that fell on his lips. And then he caught it. The perfect wave. He rode until the water lapped and carried him to the shore.
The same pretty girl wrapped a towel around him, a composite sketch of ex-girlfriends. He followed her lead and took her into his arms, kissing her hair.
The dream usually ended there anyway, when the sun came and took it all away. Pretty soon he'd be taken out of bed by his nurse.
Days became a way of passing the time. The dreams kept him alive.