I dreamt I was in a wheel chair last night.

It was a sleek red metal that shone under the lights. Darkness was around me and I couldn’t see, but I could hear.

I tried pushing forward with my hands along the wheels, tried to move the contraption that held me in it’s arms.

I was jostled from side to side, moved, pushed, kicked.

Finally, someone tipped me out of the wheel chair and I landed hard on the ground. I know I made a sound, a soft sound of dismay and felt people walking on my hands. I could not feel them walking on my legs, though I knew they were.

When I awoke this morning, my legs were a mass of knotted muscle and my first thought upon waking was:

What if I could not walk?