{Train sounds}
"Next stop is Washington Heights"
"Please be aware of the closing doors."
Crap I have a huge migraine. I don't think I can handle all the noise. Why do they insist on being so damn loud! I wanted to scream 'shut the hell up' but I can't join the chaos that already commenced. 3 busking players, 2 musicians, and an audience of idiots! How...can anyone ever like something so disturbing?! The train is meant for riding in silence; occasionally hearing the loudspeaker, some laughter, music playing from someone's earpiece--And for crying out loud there is now a baby hitting all of Mariah Carey carries high notes, in her mother's knocked out arms. Poor women but damn. Shut that baby up please! I just want one moment of peace.
"This is Washington heights..." Everything was starting to sound muddled. I got off the train. I held onto the stairs railing in an attempt to not fall down going up, as a huge pain came pounding at the side of my head. I was on my way to the ER. The pain was too much.
"Maybe daisy will be there..." I mumbled to myself.
These pain meds were not working. I need a stronger dose.
I haven't had goodnights sleep in years. Last night I thought I would but sadly it had other plans for me. The migraine I mean. I woke up from a fever dream that felt all too real shaking me from my sleep. I was dripping in sweat. The whole bed was soaked. I put on some clothes and took the first train to Washington.
"Eommaaaaa!"
"Appaaaa!"
The little girls voice was still ringing in my ear. I had one hand pressing at my temple and another one gripping my thigh. Every time the 'memory' comes to mind it sounds like a big gong sound from the church bell splitting my mind in two directions. My eyes wanted to roll back like a spell had been casted by a terrible witch evetime I heard that little girls voice. What was my connection to that girl? Is she real or are this frequent migraine finally telling me it's time to kick the bucket?
Persistent aura without infarction.
I overheard some doctors talking while I was asleep one time after passing out on the street--Actually, that's where I met Daisy. She was a nurse. I was a lowlife fainter walking the streets of New York, when all of sudden my dumbass faints and end up at the hospital she was working in----Anit it ironic! Yeah, I'm in love with her. Shes my sunshine, the daisy to my crazy---My girl if I ever had one in my life.
I managed not to get carried over as a crowd of people speed down past me on the stairs. I almost joined them when I managed to grip on the rail again. My feet felt heavy when I finally made it up the stairs. The sun beamed in my eyes. So many shits were going on, in both my head and outside. If I wasn't holding onto the railing, I'd be a goner. Dead. Reported as an old man with joint issues. Whatever those stupid reporters like to write. See what I did there.... I'm an idiot. Don't listen to me.
Anyway....
I used to work for the government. Going undercover as an operative. Those were the days. Every time I tell someone this they laugh. It's true of course. I had a dream about it. I was 12 at the time. My parents were a company owner of the largest acre in NY. Don't bother looking it up it doesn't exist.
"Henry!" Was all I heard before my body made contact with the ground and lights were out. Yeah, that's my girl.
Daisy to the rescue!
Man, I need to get some sleep tonight.