I slowly open one eye, then the second. I have the feeling that my sleep, or rather my absence, has been long, very long.
It takes time for me to emerge, to understand where I am: an austere, gloomy room, entirely white, luminous but so dark at the same time. A room, completely naked, but impregnated with grief, sorrow, wounds, pain… In the midst of this nothingness, this coldness, she is there. It shines brightly. I see my sun, my daughter, sitting there on that chair right in front of me, as if she's been waiting for me forever. She is there, so beautiful, so radiant, but, paradoxically, marked by fatigue and suffering. In this sublime gaze that I know and love so much, I detect admiration, wonder, love. She makes me feel myself, beautiful, tall, wonderful, Woman.
To be honest, I still don't understand why I'm here, why we're here. I would like to open my mouth, express myself, talk to my daughter, understand, but I can't. A powerful force, uncontrollable but still invisible prevents me from doing so. In reality, am I really conscious? I watch myself, I touch myself, I try to stretch my limbs. I am simply trying to understand the reason for my presence in this place and, at the moment, I do not understand it. My daughter is there, so radiant and amazed that I am not afraid of anything. In his eyes, I know all is well.
– “Hello Aurore, I am Doctor GUIBERT.
How do you feel ? "
In the intonation of her question, I felt that it was not waiting for an answer. He knew it very well, but not me, not yet.
– "You just woke up from a coma that lasted several months. You've been in a serious car accident. You almost lost your life, but you fought. You are so strong. It’s thanks in large part to you that you are with us today. "
All these words came in one ear but came out quickly the other. In reality, I heard it without really hearing it, I was there without being there, like a spectator of the situation when, however, I had the leading role.
– "Aurore, we will have to stay strong and be aware that you have come a long way. "
The doctor is there, in front of me, and hands me a mirror. I do not understand. What does he want to show me? Panic takes hold of me but my sun is there, she smiles at me and takes my hand. I'm scared, scared of what awaits me when my gaze falls on myself.
I see her, in this black mirror and as dark as her, this woman, unknown and destroyed. This woman, if I can describe her as such, inert. In this horrible reflection, I can see that she is in pain, that she is afraid. However, one and only thing can hold her together, bring her to life: she sees that through her daughter's gaze, she will always be herself, Aurore, her mother, this Woman, beautiful, tall and wonderful.