memories
April 1st, 2010Sometimes coming to from a faint is like floating out of the sweetest dream. This was far from it. I must have been struggling, because I came to confused and terrified. Every muscle was locked. What was this place? What was I doing here? There was hardwood inches from my face. I couldn’t move.
My body twitched hard, as if it were running in a dream, and gasped air. “Oh…”
That was always one of the first things I said, Oh… God…
“Always just as easy,” he murmured.
In the eternal second — one, or five, or ten, I could never tell how long it took for time to skitter back from its fragments and my body to shudder free of paralysis — I looked up at him because he was all that was holding still. With his hand on my throat, maybe he really was God. He could damn me and save me. And I was coming up from a bad, bad trip. Wherever he’d sent me, I didn’t want to go back.
He smiled as I roused. He didn’t take his hand off my neck.
The full-body panic began to give way to a mere tight shoulder, and I moved my arm cautiously. Maybe I had tried to catch myself. It didn’t feel sprained. My elbows were a little skinned. Damn floor.
My hands worked again and I held on to his arms.
“I hope,” I said, finding my voice, “that I didn’t make too much noise.”
I was beginning to remember it all.
April 1st, 2010 at 10:05 am
Umm Im enjoying the sudden cache purge of yours
April 1st, 2010 at 1:03 pm
Thank you. I blame spring!
April 1st, 2010 at 10:36 pm
True, though second-hand, story. A practice is going on at your typical bjj gym. As occasionally happens, a guy is slow to tap and goes to sleep. The coach puts him on his side (thought to be safer), then quickly gets everyone to leave the gym, and turns off the lights. Chokee stumbles out of the building two minutes later, panic stricken, blinking against the light, with no idea what had happened, where he was or how he got there.
Clever bastards are still bastards, I guess.
April 1st, 2010 at 11:39 pm
And this is why I’m too scared to do martial arts.
April 4th, 2010 at 11:23 am
Well, that story’s pretty atypical…
April 21st, 2010 at 1:00 pm
How is it safe to leave an unconscious person alone?
I’ve done Gracie JJ and I’ve never seen anyone do that.