Precedents are out there for how to emerge from a coma; however, as I am certain you can imagine, everyone's coma is quite different and the path to consciousness is unique to each of us.
Are you gorged from the sun and insensible from overindulgence? Are you drowsing through the healing of your grey cells? Have you wrapped your soul in a torpid shell in self-defense?
I've dreamt I had despair oozing from my pores as heavy black goo and I wrapped myself in plastic wrap to catch it, because it was shiny and beautiful like obsidian. The goo hardened between the layers of plastic wrap and it was like I was building a beetle exoskeleton.
Discovering how I sank, I suppose, is part of the way out. The first step for me was joining an altared book club. Sharing my book is the impetus for Spider Tracks. As I get my imaging issues resolved I'll be posting pages and sharing what's behind them.
The precedent, for me, was set by a guiding arachnid.
I'm following the tracks.
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Interesting
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