Window to another world
by Claire - 12 May 2008
My wheelchair opens a window to another world. In that world, things are as they should be. I’ve dreamed about going there; obsessed about living there. That world was made for me; it’s where I’m supposed to be. It’s the real world. Here, in my dream world where I live, things are off-kilter, distorted. It’s constantly spinning around my head and the dizziness sometimes drives me mad. When I look through the window at the real world, and fix my gaze upon a clear objective, the spinning stops and my world rights itself for a time.
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