“Your drug induced coma is the anteroom to my reality. You stupid a--”
That is exactly what Beatrice said to Will the last time she ever saw him. So, Will was history. He wanted to go on dancing with his pharmaceutical crush of middle school proportions long after the prized introductions were over. And, Beatrice heard cosmic music. It was only for a moment and it was a while ago, but she couldn’t pretend she didn’t recognize the tune. And yet…the far away composition of that small place at the base of his neck as it curved into his shoulder played a distracting countermelody and, she imagined it might turn into something if she waited.
Unaccompanied the words spilled-over as water from the bathtub tap cascaded down her out-stretched toes. Beatrice spread the five toes of her right foot apart letting the water skim through them changing the song. But she struggled to separate those of her left. Her toes disputed out of conditioning - an external reflection. Left brain logic spreading wide upon command heard the splashing of the man-made waterfall to its own sensible conclusion. But her right brain was reckless and insubordinate. It knew things it could not yet, be convinced to share. It listened, to the rhythmic tones played by water timpani drums beating tribal variations of musical mathematics that resonated with spirit but wasn’t even on speaking terms with the conscious mind. It was fluent in vibration and could make Niagara Falls flow backwards. Bea banged at the door, but her right brain only giggled in response. She would journey alone, at least for now.
Just then a light crashed through Beatrice as Kesey entered the room flipping the switch on the fluorescents filling them all with the B flat buzz of luminosity. Behind him Babbs looked around with great intensity and Gretchen Fetchin the Slime Queen stood dazed but loyal. Fresh from a night on the ground outside, Gretchen's hair glistened with morning dew. There were still a few leaves in her hair and a sprig of parsley clutched in her hands – which had always been clamped in her hands.
Kesey spoke: "Have you seen my shoes? I can't find my shoes."
Opening: Wendy Meyers....Continuation: Anonymous