A Day In The Life
I had a nightmare. It was movie worthy, really.
I found myself in a small cabin. I remember shaking my head as if to ask myself if this was real. It was too surreal. The sky was too purple/black. The stars too perfect and the corn fields outside too eerie. I turn around and every motion that I make is in slow motion. A supervisor from work is in the cabin with me. It's his cabin. He used to be a preacher. This is significant. I just.. I can't remember why. He's agitated and worried but trying his best not to let it show. I turn my head back to the window that I was looking out of. I see cornfields. They aren't moving right. There is something in the corn (like the movie "Signs") but it's evil, not extraterrestrial, like demon evil, a la children of the corn. My dream self even half smirks because it's too perfect. I turn my attention back to the cabin and my boss. He's walking around, doing something I'm not paying much attention to. There is someone else in the room, someone that I feel is important, that I can take direction from. But they are worried, I can see it in their eyes. (I can't even tell if this person is male or female). Suddenly I know why. I look at my boss closer. He's walking funny. My gaze travels to his feet. His foot is at a 90 degree angle. He's walking on a broken ankle like it's nothing. I know immediately he's possessed. He turns to me and his eyes flash green before his image starts to blur. A large spider like being starts to form from his body... and then I wake up.
I hit snooze but spend my seven minutes snuggling with Bailey. She makes me smile and digs her nose into my neck and arm and it tickles like crazy.
I shower and make coffee before realizing that I'm running four minutes late.
I'll have to speed in certain areas of the drive. I know just where the cops hang out at 3:30 in the morning.
The adrenaline of almost being late sustains me for a few moments before I hit the "I wish I had called in" 'wall'. Then the cramps starts. I shouldn't be having them this far along. I can feel the blood rush from my face. Thankfully we are very slow for the first two hours.
I make it to my break and I sit in silence while my coworkers argue with Fox News and talk about how cold the Green Bay football game is going to be. I sigh and put my headphones in before heading out into the hallways. Some of the walls are carpeted and I like running my fingertips over it before plopping down in an overstuffed chair at the end of the corridor, in the dark. I like watching people getting dropped off. My days consist of making it just 30 minutes more.
A coworker asks about the cat/butterfly drawing at the gallery. They want to buy it. I agree to get it for them so they don't have to drive out of their way. Especially since the gallery is going to be closed for the next week for renovations.
I make a pretty spectacular dinner. Chicken Oscar I bought at the fresh market and then I change a lamp in a 61 inch projection t.v. I feel very accomplished and proud of myself. I laugh and throw Caiden in the air before getting him ready for the parade. I help to load the car and then I sit in the dark.
I hate the night.
I HATE MY THOUGHTS!!
Loose Ends
~Imogen Heap
I found myself in a small cabin. I remember shaking my head as if to ask myself if this was real. It was too surreal. The sky was too purple/black. The stars too perfect and the corn fields outside too eerie. I turn around and every motion that I make is in slow motion. A supervisor from work is in the cabin with me. It's his cabin. He used to be a preacher. This is significant. I just.. I can't remember why. He's agitated and worried but trying his best not to let it show. I turn my head back to the window that I was looking out of. I see cornfields. They aren't moving right. There is something in the corn (like the movie "Signs") but it's evil, not extraterrestrial, like demon evil, a la children of the corn. My dream self even half smirks because it's too perfect. I turn my attention back to the cabin and my boss. He's walking around, doing something I'm not paying much attention to. There is someone else in the room, someone that I feel is important, that I can take direction from. But they are worried, I can see it in their eyes. (I can't even tell if this person is male or female). Suddenly I know why. I look at my boss closer. He's walking funny. My gaze travels to his feet. His foot is at a 90 degree angle. He's walking on a broken ankle like it's nothing. I know immediately he's possessed. He turns to me and his eyes flash green before his image starts to blur. A large spider like being starts to form from his body... and then I wake up.
I hit snooze but spend my seven minutes snuggling with Bailey. She makes me smile and digs her nose into my neck and arm and it tickles like crazy.
I shower and make coffee before realizing that I'm running four minutes late.
I'll have to speed in certain areas of the drive. I know just where the cops hang out at 3:30 in the morning.
The adrenaline of almost being late sustains me for a few moments before I hit the "I wish I had called in" 'wall'. Then the cramps starts. I shouldn't be having them this far along. I can feel the blood rush from my face. Thankfully we are very slow for the first two hours.
I make it to my break and I sit in silence while my coworkers argue with Fox News and talk about how cold the Green Bay football game is going to be. I sigh and put my headphones in before heading out into the hallways. Some of the walls are carpeted and I like running my fingertips over it before plopping down in an overstuffed chair at the end of the corridor, in the dark. I like watching people getting dropped off. My days consist of making it just 30 minutes more.
A coworker asks about the cat/butterfly drawing at the gallery. They want to buy it. I agree to get it for them so they don't have to drive out of their way. Especially since the gallery is going to be closed for the next week for renovations.
I make a pretty spectacular dinner. Chicken Oscar I bought at the fresh market and then I change a lamp in a 61 inch projection t.v. I feel very accomplished and proud of myself. I laugh and throw Caiden in the air before getting him ready for the parade. I help to load the car and then I sit in the dark.
I hate the night.
I HATE MY THOUGHTS!!
Loose Ends
~Imogen Heap