This is my life. Everyday I think and live these things.
This story is my life today, and last night. except I havent died yet.
Imagine that one morning, you wake up to a whole new world, except, its not that dramatic. In fact, you dont even notice it at first, you just attribute it to an excess of wine the night before. The changes are subtle, easy to miss. The cat isn't sleeping where he always sleeps. The air smells different, the sunlight seems brighter, cleaner. The shower water isn't too hot, for once. and you have toliet paper.
Then at work something clicks. While scooping in the ice bin you realize, that ice has never mad that sound before. Not in your entire life, and all your ice related experiences and adventures, has ice made that sound while being scooped. Shit, this isn't where I belong. this isn't your world. what happened? and what does it mean? rack your brain, damnit, what happened last night that would lead to this? you came home, through the window for no apparent reason, pet the cat, drank some water, wrote and email that was both embarassing and nessecary, then fell asleep. nothing there that coul possibly mean anything. except for the dream! of course. the dream.
THE DREAM.
I'm in my house, all alone, and its night. Nothing spectacular about that, nothing sinister either. then i heard a sound, at the door. I heard the screen door open and close, slamming shut like it always does. then the door knob starts to wiggle, like someone trying to open the door. the door is locked. someone is trying to open the door.
Curiosity wins over fear here, and I decide to go look to see who is there, since the doorbell hasn't rung, and i didn't hear a knock. while walking i realize im not afraid, not of the people there, not of anything. strangely enough i feel godlike in my security, i know, beyond any doubt, that nothing can harm me here, well, nothing came to mind at least.
at the door are three men, all thin and ragged, two white, one black. one of the white men is old and looks shy,and jumpy, like any loud noise might cause him to flee, fly as it was, fast as he could, long as he might. I know immediatly that they are here to take, to steal, but im not threatened, not afraid, my unnerring security is still with me. they leave, the front door proving to be to much for their work ethic, determination, whatever you might call it. But its not done, the smell of them is still in air, that half man half bird is here, somewhere. There is anotherdoor of course, and i go there, wait there, wait to surprise them. for what reason though? what reasong to i have to surprise them, and why do i want to talk to them?
They come to the back, like i expected, and more than a little shocked to see me standing in an open doorframe. the look on their faces says everything.
I wasn't supposed to be there.
It was supposed to be empty, like the others.
What would they do now?
I told them, "I like you guys, so you have five minutes to run before I call the police"
Thats when they took something from me. I didn't realize then, but now I know. They took something with there eyes, from my throat while I spoke. Then they left, and I called 911, that was answered bye a friend, "wrong number" they said. I knew i dialed 911. that was the first thing that was wrong.
Then I woke up.
Little did I know that the men where death, who look nothing like you want them to, and that this was my day. the day I died. The day that death came to get me too soon.
(more to come later)
Imagine that one morning, you wake up to a whole new world, except, its not that dramatic. In fact, you dont even notice it at first, you just attribute it to an excess of wine the night before. The changes are subtle, easy to miss. The cat isn't sleeping where he always sleeps. The air smells different, the sunlight seems brighter, cleaner. The shower water isn't too hot, for once. and you have toliet paper.
Then at work something clicks. While scooping in the ice bin you realize, that ice has never mad that sound before. Not in your entire life, and all your ice related experiences and adventures, has ice made that sound while being scooped. Shit, this isn't where I belong. this isn't your world. what happened? and what does it mean? rack your brain, damnit, what happened last night that would lead to this? you came home, through the window for no apparent reason, pet the cat, drank some water, wrote and email that was both embarassing and nessecary, then fell asleep. nothing there that coul possibly mean anything. except for the dream! of course. the dream.
THE DREAM.
I'm in my house, all alone, and its night. Nothing spectacular about that, nothing sinister either. then i heard a sound, at the door. I heard the screen door open and close, slamming shut like it always does. then the door knob starts to wiggle, like someone trying to open the door. the door is locked. someone is trying to open the door.
Curiosity wins over fear here, and I decide to go look to see who is there, since the doorbell hasn't rung, and i didn't hear a knock. while walking i realize im not afraid, not of the people there, not of anything. strangely enough i feel godlike in my security, i know, beyond any doubt, that nothing can harm me here, well, nothing came to mind at least.
at the door are three men, all thin and ragged, two white, one black. one of the white men is old and looks shy,and jumpy, like any loud noise might cause him to flee, fly as it was, fast as he could, long as he might. I know immediatly that they are here to take, to steal, but im not threatened, not afraid, my unnerring security is still with me. they leave, the front door proving to be to much for their work ethic, determination, whatever you might call it. But its not done, the smell of them is still in air, that half man half bird is here, somewhere. There is anotherdoor of course, and i go there, wait there, wait to surprise them. for what reason though? what reasong to i have to surprise them, and why do i want to talk to them?
They come to the back, like i expected, and more than a little shocked to see me standing in an open doorframe. the look on their faces says everything.
I wasn't supposed to be there.
It was supposed to be empty, like the others.
What would they do now?
I told them, "I like you guys, so you have five minutes to run before I call the police"
Thats when they took something from me. I didn't realize then, but now I know. They took something with there eyes, from my throat while I spoke. Then they left, and I called 911, that was answered bye a friend, "wrong number" they said. I knew i dialed 911. that was the first thing that was wrong.
Then I woke up.
Little did I know that the men where death, who look nothing like you want them to, and that this was my day. the day I died. The day that death came to get me too soon.
(more to come later)