Awaken

This is two versions of the same story. Which one do you like best?

Originally Posted 20 October 2010

Fern opened her eyes for what seemed the first time in weeks or maybe months. What day is it anyway? For that matter, what year? Looking around the cluttered room, she saw someone had been wearing her clothes and had left everything where it had dropped. She felt a little like one of the three bears briefly wondering if the person was still there until it all came flooding back to her that she was the one. She stretched, stood, and decided the fog had lifted.

 

Fern opened her eyes for what seemed the first time in weeks or maybe months. “Today is the day,” Fern thought as she lifted herself out of bed. Her heart finally freed from the grip of pain and anguish she had been experiencing. She began picking up her clothes that remained where they had dropped. What day was it anyway? Then a smile slowly played at the corners of her mouth as if it had forgotten how when she thought, “This is the beginning of a new story.”

Then I combined them into this.

Fern opened her eyes for what seemed the first time in weeks or maybe months. Looking around the cluttered room, she saw someone had been wearing her clothes and had left everything where it had dropped. She felt a little like one of the three bears briefly wondering if the person was still there until it all came flooding back to her that she was the one. She stretched, stood, and decided the fog had lifted. “Today is the day,” Fern thought as she lifted herself out of bed. Her heart finally freed from the grip of pain and anguish she had been experiencing. She began picking up her clothes that remained where they had dropped. What day was it anyway? For that matter, what year? Then a smile slowly played at the corners of her mouth as if it had forgotten how when she thought, “This is the beginning of a new story.”

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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