REALITY?: OR Games

Technology turns the human heartbeat into rhythmic beeps that pierce the sterile white room. I lay there swathed in white and blue, protected from the light and glint of steel, feeling the insides of my head pulled and prodded, cut. I lose interest and concentrate instead on what is still within my known world to control. I think of things to try to change my heartbeat, listening for the beeping to slow, race, falter, guided by my own fantasy. It is a game the nurses do not know I’m playing. It keeps them dancing.