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My alarm clock is a sore body and indirect light from the unrelentless sun. it has been three weeks since she has decided to visit me and I was growing lonely, growing moss. But this morning, the first day of summer , the first day of waking up without worries of what to wear and whatnot poisoning my head, and this morning I am awoken by the sun sneaking in through the weak spots in my poorly hung draperies.
“Hey” I moan and reposition myself to cater to the neck that feels like a piece of drift wood. Opening and closing my delicate fingers, which in the night had transformed to clawing wires jutting out from my stiff scrunched body.
“hey “ I moan.
“hey, im coming out now ,ok? “ the sun does not retreat its golden tracts. Just weeds its way further into my bed. I don’t like to get dressed in front of him, he’s such a voyeur. I eat my breakfast in my pajamas . As my teeth dutifully pulverize the sugar coated wheat , as my eyes begin to yawn, as my mind begins to stretch, the sun is still on me. Talk about being smothered. Impatiently he pleads for me to come explore the world with him, to see what has happened during the moon’s shift. The tease I am, I just chump my cereal at my own will. Spoon. Crunch. Gulp. it’s a routine I enjoy. And finally I am finished. I sigh and go to the sink.
“ well, alright, im coming.” I say out the kitchen window, the box that allows me to view the world from a safe distance. My own little zoo, but now I am going into the jungle. Going to lie with the lethargic lions. And I put on my walking shoes. And I shove some broccoli in my pockets for the vegan lions and I wash my hair with garlic for the vampires that are stalking me. And I leave.
One foot in front of the other. Slow at first, the sun still coaxing as I tag along like a shaggy dog that only wishes to dream in the shadows of the world. But soon enough my eyes are awake and my brain is wide open swallowing the sights , the sounds, the love , devouring them without even chewing. Ohh risky.
Soon enough im skipping. My feet are wanting to fly through the city . An artificial fog commonly known as industrial smog, has just evaporated hiding until the lights go to bed. And someone forgot to turn off the vacuum that sucked in the fog and this is evident because I accidentally skipped on it. My sporadic footwork lands me in the black hole and I evaporate as well. My soul is the only part of me that gets sucked in though, and I wave a ghostly arm to my cheaply stuffed body. Unresponsive, it just stares back like the ten point buck my dad so proudly mounted over our television set. I lay back and enjoy the suction slide until I am stopped. Dissatisfaction floods me , dude I wasn’t done!!!
“That’s a likely response”. my bones are chilled. The words , I see them pass through the refrigerator air and enter my ear like ice cubes. The words. I can feel them moving in me, through me, circling and exploring with their ticklish icy antennas.
The speaker, I can see through his shroud of night and he is a fragile pygmy of a man. Hardly intimidating in the dimly lit surroundings.
“ I AM …the keeper!.”
“ oh stop with the scary booming voice, I see right through you.”
“in that case, follow me” and he lead me through the river that is rumored to be kept in the dungeons of the universe, separating waking life from dreaming . And all along I thought silky sheets played that roll. ( Martha Stuart cant get me to heaven). And he lead me through doors and tunnels and well trodden paths. Twisting and turning and soaking in screams . They were fake, recorded just for ambiance. And he lead us to a cozy cloth door were laughter flooded out. I stepped away so my walking shoes wouldn’t get wet. Too late, so I just swam in. I saw a great black beast floating in the water . And I saw a great white beast laughing greatly next to him.
“hey, im god , nice to meet you. “ the black beast said.
“yeah, so that makes me the ‘evil one’” and they both blew bubbles of uproarious laughter that swam and exploded in my ears. I started to protest, confused . Black is bad and good is white. They laughed again, this time waterfalls roared down their mouths and created lovely beards.
“ looks deceive , and you aren’t suppose to judge a person by their outward appearance,. isn’t that what you Americans preach anyways?”
And I looked down and saw I was a rainbow of shades of purple so I gave up the argument and created giddy ripples of my own. And I found out how tsunamis were formed. Tokyo, I apologize if we flooded you out. And we laughed until the black beasts beeper beeped, and it didn’t just beep. It rang with the voices of angels and he had to go help a southern boy make a believable plan for peace. And this time without war. So we parted, but not without taking me into consideration. I rode my way back to earth on an elevator of jellyfish making small talk with God. I love his voice. And so we reached my floor and I gave him a hug and promised to keep in touch and the doors opened into my bedroom, wrapped in the plasticity and placidity of the moonlight. And I drift to sleep on my own river of reality . And in th morning the sun sings me a lullaby in the sweet honey way it does. In the sweet coaxing way it does. And I get out of bed ready for what the streets have to offer me more trustworthy of the light and no longer fearing the dark.
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