Life is being pumped back into me. Air being pushed back into my lungs. Blood rushes back to my brain. Suddenly I am me. Only for the few hours I have free, only for the few minutes I step away. Nonetheless, I’m here, I’m me, I’m back. Except not quite. Resuscitated but split. Split between here and there. Torn at the womb, interconnected by a force unfamiliar to me. I’m here, I’m me, but I’m also him. And I’m so proud of that. I’m resuscitated.

Next Serve, Nicole