“what time is it? how long have i been asleep? “ There is partitioned light bursting through
every cracked wooden slat, filling the room, but few shadows. I panic; launch my darting looks into a heap,
scattering them around the room, hoping something will sonar back the answer. nothing.
“it’s chilly, but barely fall
adjacent. i know this. i’m nearly hyperventilating on this
comfortable mattress, while millions of people wake from theirs, oblivious to
my situation. eager to start their day by
gorging on pancakes & guzzling obnoxious coffee. Or at least simulating to the best of their
loneliest ability. and topping that off
by watching fucking stupid television, like there isn’t serious problems in the
world. selfish dicks.
but who really gives a
shit anyway.”
…focus…
“maybe if i get out of
bed, i can figure this out.” The familiar
man and dog are right where they should be, but something is still off. The quad-legged slowly engages his muscles,
temporarily atrophied from the night before; he looks my direction. “i know.”
We get up and assemble the pieces that make his morning meetings
tolerable. I stare at everything either
attached or in my hand. “the notion these green, fancy squared
plastics are any better for our planet is a fucking joke, especially. But what option do i have… there’s too many causes
now and it just makes me overwhelmed and I wanna do nothing. it’s exhausting having a conscious.”
I carefully peel the front door open, half expecting a boogity
to be standing there, asking what took me so long. But stillness. A washing of silvery tones over the entire overly
bright scene, as if it were graylight savings.
I cautiously step one in front of another, heeding the warnings of isolation
as I leave everything behind. I miss
those days where something familiar would be always be around. My tethered friend looks to me for answers. “let’s
keep going...”
There’s a suspicion the faders aren’t in sync. The left light is way elevated, while the
right people is extinct. “this doesn’t add up. did i
drink too much last night? i thought i only
had one beer, but did i fuck up with more? was the entire nights’ rememberance made up, as
each minute of clarity shows itself? i
feel wobbly, hazy and on the brink of tossing up those desserts i ate last
night.” My eyes are mere dashes, covered
only by their lids as the glow breaks through the flesh. I struggle to understand what is happening to
me, my body.
That’s when they came up from their hiding place.
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