trevor’s encyclopedia of lost things

I open my eyes slowly.

There’s no light around me.

Only darkness.

I put my hand in front of my face, but I can’t see it.

I wiggle my fingers, but I can’t see them.

Am I blind?

I am scared.

That’s for sure.

I’m afraid of the dark.

When I was a little boy, my abuelo taught me to do something very important when I wake up afraid in the dark.

"Little salt,” he whispered, "When you wake up and it's dark, Keep your eyes open, don’t even blink, and think, 'I am salt. I am light. I am made from the dust.' 

Think these words three time.

When you’re finish thinking them, everything will be okay. 

I promise."

I am salt. I am light. I am made from the dust.

I am salt. I am light. I am made from the dust.

I am salt. I am light. I am made from the dust.

My abuelo was right, as he mostly is.

I can see again.

Here is my hand.

Here are my wiggling fingers.

Here I am.