Floaters swirled across the blackness
of my shut eyes.
They looked like the colorful virus pictures
in biology textbooks.
I opened my eyes so I wouldn’t see them,
but instead I saw a girl
walking down the hall toward me.
Trapped in the vortex of my fevered state,
I called her with the first name that burst
from my lips.
She turned around and shuffled away
in a brown hoodie and ripped camouflage pants.
A dirt clod rolling down the hall.
Was she a hallucination,
a big something,
swirling on the blackness
coming into my open eyes?