The walk

Freek!! my stupid legs. Jane swore to herself as she struggled to support herself. Her limp set of noodle legs wiggled under her body. These walks where becoming old and obnoxious. She hobbled throw the halls like a poorly dressed toddler. Despite her best attitude everyone could see her frustration. She was still weak it was disheartening to struggle at such a simple thing.

It was necessary for her recovery to do these stupid fashion shows down the hospital runway. Jane's mother had brought her a pair of pajama pants she wore under her gown. The gown still as threatening as ever as it flipped and waved around. Her stitches where sore but doing better then expected. She still had two more days before she could go back home. If her bloodwork came back clean.

School started in less then a week. Her professors where aware of the situation and Jane wanted nothing more then to finish school with her class. She was worried despite her desire do to her week nature. She was informed that it could take up to eight weeks for a full recovery and at least two on bed rest.

Jane wasn't the most lovable girl. Other girls held that title, she knew they where all pose and fake eyelashes. Jane looked for deeper relationships. She was glad that she had found herself in a small group that loved her for all her ganglia self. She never felt comfortable in large groups of people and love had evaded her. She was fine with that she liked herself and that was priceless. Jane lived her life with little risk and no regrets.

Coming back from the land of the dead, gave her a since of enlightenment and desire to grow and become better every day. Her body still ached and her legs cried from the pressure threatening to retreat. She hated the small walks but always felt a since of accomplishment when she would return to her room.

Her recovery felt more like an awakening. She was grateful for the little things. Today it was for pajama pants. She was grateful for the sun that welcomed her in the morning and the moon that lit her window at night. She was grateful for the people who took time out of their days to visit and the mysterious doctor that always seamed to come when she was asleep. Most of all she was grateful for pain medication that drowned away the pain.

Jane was enjoying her afternoon nap when she heard a voice her heart could never forget. When she woke she was all alone wondering if she had dreamt it all up. She placed her hand on her arm where she felt his touch. In her dreams the boys face slowly became more blurry and the tree fort started to become farther and farther away.