Suspended animation in a room filled with water. That is where her mind went in the throughout the dreary day and week.  Everything was a little slower than it should have been. Everyone was a passive-aggressive monster that she needed to blunt. She visualized herself surrounded and suspended within a thick flood that had overtaken a room. She imagined that the water became thicker, gooier and cloudier as time went by. She felt frozen in time as she tried to understand those around her.  She didn’t understand why there was so much hate in the world. She was only trying to right the wrongs of the past. She wasn’t trying to change what was at the inner core of the human pyche.

She was charmed with gifts. That was what her mother had always told her. Thus, it had to be true. She was blessed with powers that not many in the world had access to. She knew she had to use them wisely. She could read people very well. She would pierce through their veil of lies and masks. Her eyes had a strength that propelled her to fight injustices and monstrosities.

Suspended animation. She could feel her bones trying to break free. She could feel the water on her skin but yet she couldn’t touch it.  Life was this constant tug of irony.

She closed her eyes for a minute. She heard herself breathe. Upon opening her eyes the lights shone brightly dulling her piercing powers.

“Jane”?  

“Ms. Jane Doe are you awake?”

“I am not Jane”

“Do you know who you are?”

“I am my mother’s daughter.”

“Where am I?”

“You have been asleep for a 100 years.”

She closed her eyes for a minute. She knew the lies. She heard herself breathe and prepared to fight.