Lazily, I climbed in my Porsche and zoomed off to medieval Europe. It was Saturday, and I really didn't want to go to work. Rolling through the streets of France, I realized that something had changed. The whole village smelled of death, and the ground was covered in trash.I stepped out of my time traveling device, and was promptly met by a grossed out Glimmer. "What's going on?" I asked.
"Bubonic Plague." she replied glumly.
"Why is it so hot?" I wondered aloud.
Suddenly, I was overcome with nausea. I puked, narrowly missing Glimmer's shoes. She called out to me, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. My body started shaking violently. "I think you've contracted the plague." Glimmer said in a scared voice.
My mind reeled. People died from Bubonic Plague!Glimmer started babbling medical information while I sat in a daze. I didn't want to die! My terrifying thoughts were interrupted by more harsh vomiting. "Lay down." my sister commanded as she placed a cool towel on my head. She pushed me into a rare clean piece of pavement. I was having trouble focusing, and I couldn't make my muscles stop twitching. The world spun and went black.
Where was I? Quickly, I remembered the plague. I tried to make a sound or a movement but I was frozen. A picture flashed past my heavy eyelids. It was me as a baby. Then as a toddler, blowing out 3 birthday candles. I saw myself at 5,7,10,13. I seemed to get increasingly sullen as the years passed. At 18, I woke up later, procrastinated more, and was more lazy. My life was flashing before my eyes, and I couldn't stop it. In that moment, I wished that I could have gone back in time and embraced the early mornings and the hard work. Crying, I just wanted more time. More time to love life.
Abruptly, I snapped out of my coma. My wish was granted! Glimmer was leaning over me, her eyes glistening. "I thought I'd lost you!" she gargled through her tears. I leaned into her open arms and exhaled. This near death experience had given me a new view on life, and I vowed to seize the day. Glimmer helped me to my car, and I rode away from the streets soaked with the death of a nation. As we arrived back in New York, a question still lingered in my mind. "How did you cure me?" I asked my twin in a puzzled tone.
"Tylenol" she replied with a weak smile.
Ever since I caught the Bubonic plague, I have approached the world with an interminable vigor. Realizing that each moment is indispensable has helped me fill each day with memories.Even though it was a terrifying 12 hours, getting sick proved to be beneficial in the long-run. I am so much happier now that I understand that life is to important to be taken for granted. I love life!
