I wake up slowly. Slowly I return to reality. Slowly I ponder the occurrences of the dream I am now awaking of. Little boys in unknown houses, and men without names helping me to find my lost dreams.
Slowly I open my eyes. The light from the window burns my retinas. It feels like I havent seen the sun in days. The room is revealed to me in its full glory, or lack of.
Im back in that same cluttered bedroom. I propel myself to an upright position, like your airplane trays during landing. The room looks different now. Its still a mess, but a concentrated one. Everything that was once everywhere, is now in a huge pile to the left of my bed. The red stain is gone, or almost. You could still see a tint of crimson, but not nearly to the degree that it once was. You would have to know what you were looking for to see it. Someone spent a lot of time trying to get that stain out. It was gigantic.
Red stains are the hardest to get out.
I hop out of bed, heading straight for the living room and the child. The TV is off. The toys are put away. The child is no longer here. In fact, all remnants of the child are gone. The toy box is nowhere to be found. The empty box of Captain Crunch is replaced by an empty bottle of wine.
What kind of Twilight Zone hell am I in. I say in a completely too audible tone of a voice.
Youre awake. an also audible, but much deeper voice replied. A man walks from around the corner to greet me with a crooked smile. Hes beautiful, the type of beautiful that makes me uncomfortable. I dont trust beautiful people, and I wasnt about to start with him.
Score one for stating the obvious. Yes, Im awake. Wheres the kid?
Why? Was he growing on you? He has the tendency to do that. He walks right past me to sit on the couch. He gestures for me to sit next to him with his index and pointer fingers.
No, thanks Ill stand I said in my usual cold-hearted bitch voice. He just smiles as he watches my every move. His eyes are like heat seeking missiles, and they are locked onto mine that burn like suns.
Are you catching on yet? He says with a playful tone.
To the rules of the game?
Why does it always have to be a game with you? He asks despondently. I sit on the couch and purposely make eye contact for what feels like the first time.
You sound rather familiar. In fact you sound too familiar.
Slowly I open my eyes. The light from the window burns my retinas. It feels like I havent seen the sun in days. The room is revealed to me in its full glory, or lack of.
Im back in that same cluttered bedroom. I propel myself to an upright position, like your airplane trays during landing. The room looks different now. Its still a mess, but a concentrated one. Everything that was once everywhere, is now in a huge pile to the left of my bed. The red stain is gone, or almost. You could still see a tint of crimson, but not nearly to the degree that it once was. You would have to know what you were looking for to see it. Someone spent a lot of time trying to get that stain out. It was gigantic.
Red stains are the hardest to get out.
I hop out of bed, heading straight for the living room and the child. The TV is off. The toys are put away. The child is no longer here. In fact, all remnants of the child are gone. The toy box is nowhere to be found. The empty box of Captain Crunch is replaced by an empty bottle of wine.
What kind of Twilight Zone hell am I in. I say in a completely too audible tone of a voice.
Youre awake. an also audible, but much deeper voice replied. A man walks from around the corner to greet me with a crooked smile. Hes beautiful, the type of beautiful that makes me uncomfortable. I dont trust beautiful people, and I wasnt about to start with him.
Score one for stating the obvious. Yes, Im awake. Wheres the kid?
Why? Was he growing on you? He has the tendency to do that. He walks right past me to sit on the couch. He gestures for me to sit next to him with his index and pointer fingers.
No, thanks Ill stand I said in my usual cold-hearted bitch voice. He just smiles as he watches my every move. His eyes are like heat seeking missiles, and they are locked onto mine that burn like suns.
Are you catching on yet? He says with a playful tone.
To the rules of the game?
Why does it always have to be a game with you? He asks despondently. I sit on the couch and purposely make eye contact for what feels like the first time.
You sound rather familiar. In fact you sound too familiar.
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*then wonders what the fuck 'baited breath' actually means*