Beautiful Eyes

Ok so I did end up writing something today, it's just a rough draft, didn't have the will power to go through it over and over again to find all the mistakes. So I will do that tomorrow. Here it is. Have fun, all that jazz.

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I gazed into her eyes, those golden globes of pure brilliance, filled with emotion and thought, a million years of unknown experience twisting and twirling in the strands of her DNA. I held her hand in mine, the touch of her skin sending electric shivers up and down my spine. I shuddered, each muscle felt and coiled and then relaxed over and over again. My breath was shallow, my mind raced and images danced before me, around me, through me. I felt like I was dreaming, a land of emotion and mystery, filled with people and places that I knew and yet could not think of their names. I felt the cold touch of steel against my back as I leaned back onto the bench. My shirt had disappeared, my pants were sliding off, I didn’t know why. My hands were now on my chest, my fingers interlocked with each other, my face contorted and ugly. I could see my reflection in the mirror opposite of me. I was a hideous man, I looked like a monster. I could not look at myself any long and flung the book beside me at the mirror shattering it.
I turned and looked for her but she had disappeared, I tried to stand but found that I was strapped down, lying on the metallic gurney. I tried to scream, escape from my constraints and flee. My mouth was plugged though, filled with something that tasted of cotton and dust. I struggled, throwing all of my strength into the effort. The table jumped and jostled, I increased my ferocity of the attack, the wheels rolled and bounced. I flung myself with one last great burst of energy, the whole apparatus coming off the floor and then tipping to the side crashing to the ground. I fell, crashing to the ground still strapped to the table. Pain exploded through my body, the table rolled landing on me, and I sucked in breath as the table slowly squished me. I tried to scream but my mouth was still filled with the dusty cotton substance. I rocked and rolled but I was unable to turn the gurney off me. I began to weep, I was going to die.
Then I remember a pleasant feeling and I was back on the steel bench, the beautiful eyes staring at me again. I smiled, tears streaming down my face as I tried to reach out to her, to touch her to feel her pleasant touch again. She was out of reach, I tried to stand, to reach her, to feel her. No, I was strapped down still. I tried to call out to her, to beg her to come closer but all that came out of my mouth was long o’s and mumbled b’s. Tears flowed down my face faster now. I was in pain and she wouldn’t come to me. Why? What had I done to anger her? All I wanted was to be comforted. Then I was in darkness, I could see nothing, I could hear voices though, people laughing and moving about. I was at a party; I could hear the voices of my friends. They were calling to me, asking me to join them. I called back to them, told them that I couldn’t see them. I asked them to turn the lights on; if the lights were on I would come to them. They didn’t respond though, they just laughed and continued to call on me. I began to get angry then, I began to yell at them, demanded they turn the lights on. I told them that they were scaring me. I demanded to know why I must stay in the dark. They refused to answer me though. Eventually the voices began to get quieter and quieter and soon there was silence again. I was alone for a time after that. Left to my thoughts and the darkness, to the fear that began to grow in my chest. I sat there in the darkness yelling out, hoping that someone would hear me, find me, and free me. No one came. Then the place where I was began to rumble and shake and move. I was turned upside down, I fell again, hitting the ceiling of the place, I began to see things, people in white coats, huge machines and a blinding bright white light, then it all faded and I was back in the darkness. I called out and I hear nothing but my own echo. Then the world shook again and I was flung against the walls and the floor, my body exploding in pain as the violent shaking happened again and again. I called out again; I asked them to stop, to let me go, to let me die.
Then the eyes appeared before me again, tears falling, filling the dark room with salty water. The eyes were huge; giant globes twice the size of me. I walked towards them, stared into their depths and saw my reflection among the emotion and thoughts. Saw a man who had broken every bone in his body and suffered two dozen or more cuts and bruises. He lay in an operating room, a group of doctors working franticly to try and repair his broken body. I reached up and touched the eye, my hand feeling the pain and suffering of the owner. The surface of the eye was like a liquid barrier, I pushed my hand harder into it, sliding up to my elbow. I took a deep breath and moved completely into the eye. I was surrounded by a feeling of warmth; my pain was slowly evaporating, my memories returning. I took it all in, the love that surrounded me was one of complete understanding, complete caring. I could do no wrong in these eyes. I laughed to myself; I didn’t know what I would do without these eyes. I closed my eyes for a few moments, the world rushed by me and when I opened them again I was lying in a hospital room.
My body ached but the medicine was dulling the pain. I tried to turn my head but my body cast prevented that. I could see flowers all over the place, the many colors of the rainbow locked within a single hospital room. I tried to speak, and then began to gag. The breathing tube finally noticed. Instantly someone was there, they told me to calm down, that I couldn’t breathe on my own yet and that this tube was supplying me with air. I tried to breathe normally, it was hard. I decided to let the machine do the work. Then I saw the eyes, the eyes to my wife, the eyes that I loved. They were crying, tears of joy and happiness. They matched my own. She leaned in and kissed me and spoke softly into my ear. I smiled and tried to nod but didn’t quite make it. She grasped my hand then and we stared into each other’s eyes, just staring, relieved that I was alive and we were together again.