It was an arm. It did not do anything, just rested near my neck. I had not felt its presence. But as my eyes woke up and spotted it, the suddenness unnerved me. I wasn’t sure if it was a dream. I wasn’t sure if it was a hand at the end of the arm that stood like a head.
There was a little anxiety. I kept looking as one does when one is unsure. We stare at things to place them, give them a structure, connect with them and see if they fit into our scheme of things.
I looked and looked till the light came into the room…I had dozed off again just by looking for so long. The eyes stop seeing well after a while because they have seen so much of the same thing.
The light became sharper as it came along with the heat. I blinked to adjust my vision. The arm was there. It was mine. My left arm had propped up my head and I must have raised it and it stayed that way.
Funny thing. I did not recognise it. So, now I have reintroduced myself to my left arm. It looks a lot like the right one.