Well the other night I had a dream that I had gone into the hospital for a routine surgery (what the surgery was I can't quite recall). I was alone when I woke up in recovery. The doctors assured me the surgery was a success and that I would be moved into a private room shortly. They wheeled me into my hospital room and left me to rest. My body was sore and as I ran my hand over my chest I noticed something. My chest was flat! I immediately shot up and rushed into the bathroom of my hospital room, completely ignoring the pain. Of course the bandages were there and I couldn't really see anything. As I felt the bandages I started telling myself that it couldn't be possible. That the bandages were just hiding my chest. That there was no way I would be so lucky as to have top surgery. As these thoughts ran through my head the bandages started to unravel and when the last of the bandages dropped to the floor I gawked at the two scars on my chest. My chest was truly gone!! I ran my finger over the scars and as I did so the pain subsided and the walls of the hospital fell away and I found myself out side in a park. With my favorite khaki shorts and no shirt. The sun felt heavenly on my bare chest and I couldn't help but smile because for the first time I felt truly free.
