She flapped her arms in an attempt to fly in order to pursue the fish that tagged her. Her bed grew legs and it too hopped into the bright, lime green sky. The fish transformed into a combine harvester, before turning into a lilac mobile phone. It twinkled and teleported to her hands. It waved at her. Meanwhile, the bed caught up and engulfed her in its duvet.
I must have gotten some sleep by the time Mum was screaming for me to get up, but I didn't remember getting into my covers and actually falling asleep. My netbook was still on the bed and the dream I had still burned brightly in my mind. "Yeah, I'm up!" I yelled back to Mum, sitting motionless in my bed. We're going to see Bon today. I didn't really want to go, I didn't know how I was going to be like while I was in the hospital. 'Fuck it', I thought and got dressed, ready to meet everyone at the bottom of the stairs. Then we left for King's College hospital.
Poor Bon was in a right state. They had her separated in her own little room. Pipes and wires were linking her to various machines. She had an oxygen mask on, connecting her to a machine that was doing her breathing for her. There were bandages on parts of her body, many of them bloodstained. Both of her legs were in plaster casts. I stared at this mangled husk of my sister. This was not Bonnie. I just stared and stared. Unresponsive to the things around me. I looked down at the body again and left the room. That was not my sister. That was not Bonnie. That cannot be Bonnie. They called me Carrot-Top. Mum beckoned me back into the room. I tried not to look at Bonnie. Tears, again, came to my eyes when I surveyed her. I just wanted to leave that room. Mum picked up on this and said goodbye to the doctors and nurses working on Bon, and to Bonnie herself. I didn't get why, it wasn't like Bonnie could say goodbye back. Mum then led me and Rosie out of the room. In the car, Rosie asked "Is Bon going to wake up? Is she going to get better?" That was not Bonnie on that bed. Mum replied, "Yes, she will. But it will take a long time." No she isn't. Bonnie won't because that was not her on that bed.
The car journey was AMAZING! Black stars streaked past in a vivid blur. The dog driving the car was the best driver ever! We were floating in a mass of purple, no, yellow, no, gold! A multi-coloured swirling mass of stuff. The ride was as smooth as butter. The canary sitting next to us cheeped then fell asleep. As it did so, the multi-coloured mass of stuff dissipated revealing that we had returned home. I looked back at the place where the canary had sat. Rosie was sitting there. The dog was in Mum's seat. That journey was something else. It was pretty fun, the most fun I've had since going to the cinema with Bonnie.
That was only two days ago.