This is and excerpt from a book that I am writing. Tell me what you think. Be brutal. And I know you will be.....

Whiling away the hours in sleep. For there is nothing for which she must rise and face this day. This, like every other, feels like a day that will be filled with loneliness and disappointment beyond bearing. So, she nestles into the over-sized pillow, and falls away, back into the land of dreams. Here she can safely find a life away from the responsibilities she faces in the waking world. Listlessly she begins to descend from conscience awareness of the sensation of lying on her couch, down, or is it up, into the place where the mind, body, and soul cross from the world as we see it, into the land where flights of fantasy and fancy are as real as the concrete beneath your feet.

She waits, she ponders. Like a feather floating, or a haphazardly tossed stone, sinking, away into the air, and murky darkness. Lying there, waiting, watching herself disappear. As she waits, she begins to consider the cost of last night's escapade. Will she ever recover from this? Does she even have the strength of will to try? Words, just words floating through her mind as she ascends, or is it descends? Never in her life has she been so sad. And for what? What does this really mean, this 'incident'? “Tinia, straighten up, stop, just stop!” She hears it in her mind, and then gives voice to it. Jarring her awake again. “damn it!” “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” The moment is passing. Like the day, she has begun to awaken. There is nothing for it. She must get up. Her mind will not allow the curse to slumber.

So slowly she peels back the covers, moves Arcana from her side, struggling with her aching torso to sit up, and puts her feet on the floor. The thumping, low, and dull, begins in the posterior of her head. Like a reminder of her Gift/Curse, it is ever present, always in the background, and never silent. Suddenly “Girls just want to have fun”...

This is and excerpt from a book that I am writing. Tell me what you think. Be brutal. And I know you will be.....

Whiling away the hours in sleep. For there is nothing for which she must rise and face this day. This, like every other, feels like a day that will be filled with loneliness and disappointment beyond bearing. So, she nestles into the over-sized pillow, and falls away, back into the land of dreams. Here she can safely find a life away from the responsibilities she faces in the waking world. Listlessly she begins to descend from conscience awareness of the sensation of lying on her couch, down, or is it up, into the place where the mind, body, and soul cross from the world as we see it, into the land where flights of fantasy and fancy are as real as the concrete beneath your feet.

She waits, she ponders. Like a feather floating, or a haphazardly tossed stone, sinking, away into the air, and murky darkness. Lying there, waiting, watching herself disappear. As she waits, she begins to consider the cost of last night's escapade. Will she ever recover from this? Does she even have the strength of will to try? Words, just words floating through her mind as she ascends, or is it descends? Never in her life has she been so sad. And for what? What does this really mean, this 'incident'? “Tinia, straighten up, stop, just stop!” She hears it in her mind, and then gives voice to it. Jarring her awake again. “damn it!” “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” The moment is passing. Like the day, she has begun to awaken. There is nothing for it. She must get up. Her mind will not allow the curse to slumber.

So slowly she peels back the covers, moves Arcana from her side, struggling with her aching torso to sit up, and puts her feet on the floor. The thumping, low, and dull, begins in the posterior of her head. Like a reminder of her Gift/Curse, it is ever present, always in the background, and never silent. Suddenly “Girls just want to have fun” starts up inside her skull, and she groans, realizing how ironic that is at this specific point in Life. So random, so true.


~S