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shatters with just the slightest touch, it scatters into a thousand pieces that quickly begin to form again, just as fragile, just as delicate.   I know that worlds upon worlds are born each and every second, but, somehow, I wonder if they are just the same world.   The same world with different facets.   Some are so similar that just a mere whisper of a difference is all that is between them.   They run in parallel, and if superimposed one over another, a difference can barely be discerned.   Yes, they eventually diverge, but like a river, sometimes they reconnect and flow together.
     
    When a group of people gather at a mesmerizing performance, such as an opera or a play, you can feel it.   All of the realities are separating, but, yet, the worlds stay together, focused upon the event.   There is no better place to be, and the universal doppelgangers step in concert with one another.   You can feel it, can’t you?   That hush in the crowd as everyone takes in what is before them.   That keen anticipation to see what is next, together.   It’s like everyone is of the same mind, and you know who it is that sits next to you because they are an extension of yourself.   All of the realities spinning off of you and the people around you stay and sit, contented in the chairs.   You can almost feel the weight as more and more similarities perfectly overlap and add one to another.
     
    And, finally, at the end, applause erupts.   The clapping of hands mimics the wings of birds and releases all of the worlds into the night sky.   If you look closely, you can almost see them hanging there briefly like diamonds… diamonds that become stars, and then galaxies, nebulas and quasars in the universe of life.  
     
    The velvet backdrop upon which they shine is a void, but I know that within that void are connections that hold it all together.  
     
    Some call it dark matter, but, I know that it isn’t really dark.
     
    It’s silver.
     
    Silver strands.
     

     
    *****
     

Chapter 12
     

     
    Melody, Giddy and I went out to supper when we were rested.   I ordered a Blue Hawaiian in honor of my subconscious, and I’m sure he enjoyed it.   The night air was cool in comparison to the daytime atmosphere, and the Tiki torches scattered around the outside tables reminded us that we weren’t on Coronado , anymore.   Hawaiian dancers put on a show for the guests, and one of the performers really took to little Gid.   She picked him up and held him close as she gyrated in her grass skirt and skimpy top.   He was smiling and laughing the whole time, and all of the guests pretty much fell in love with him… especially the women.   Looks like I’m gonna have a ladies’ man on my hands.
     
    When Giddy was returned to us, our meal came.   The butter-soaked shrimp and scallops were extraordinary, and the salad was crisp and delightful.   Melody was beyond description with the firelight dancing off of her face, her hair and her eyes.   Giddy, with his curls swirling ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze, was on his best behavior… as if he wanted everything to be perfect on this special night.
     
    I didn’t tell you that, either, did I?   It was our Anniversary : )   Three years.   Almost as long as I had been in the coma.   Compared to my unconscious life, it seemed like only three days… I guess time does fly when you’re having fun.   That kind of worries me.   If we’re married for a hundred years, will it seem to be just a few short months?  
     
    I want to slow it down.   I try to focus on each little thing, no matter how mundane.   The way she holds her fork.   The shape of her lips as she kisses Giddy on the cheek.   The way she absently pets Samantha or Boris when they are in her lap.  
     
    The love in her eyes as she looks up at me on the dance floor.
     
    I don’t let anything slip by.   I catch it all and try to store it in my mind.   If she would let me, I would install cameras