As night time falls, and your child
grow’s sleepy, you put them to bed and read them a bed time story; some of
them, you just probably talk to about their life and how they feel…I’m not sure
because I’m not a parent yet, I’m only assuming. As they begin to fall asleep,
you quietly leave and turn the light out. As you begin to yawn and realize
you’re feeling tired yourself, you head to your room and lie down in your bed.
The room is kind of warm, an uncomfortable warm but something one can bare
with. You get up, turn the fan on and all is better. As you go lie back down,
you grab the remote, turn the television on and plop down on the bed; you
bounce on the bed and feel the fan hit your warm semi sweaty skin; you exhale
and just lie there.
A tad bored but more sleepy then bored, you reach for you cell phone and
text someone. You throw the phone down and pick up the remote. You begin
surfing through the channels but nothing is on; you finally go back to the news
channel. You reach for your phone to see if that person ever text you back, but
of course, no. As your boredom begins to grow into frustration or restlessness,
you go on facebook, scroll through your newsfeed, like a few photos, comment on
the person’s update who you text, just for them to comment back a few seconds
ago; what the fuck? But you can’t return a text?? You put your phone down not
even replying to the post, feeling some kind of content because they couldn’t
reply to your text, you laugh.
The second sigh comes, the second
yawn comes, and here comes that exhale. Pick up the remote, change the channel
again and you come across something less depressing and more entertaining than
the news. The fan blows in your direction again and it feels awesome; you get
up and set the fan on only you; not carrying about your spouse when he/she decides
to come to bed, it’s all about you at the moment. The fan constantly on you
feels good and sleep start’s to take over; your eyes began to close and
SUDDENLY you jerk yourself awake. FUCK!
The temporary spike of anger gives in to the sedative trance you’re body
was just in. Calmly and slowly you fall back a sleep, and this time you fall
hard; you began to dream you’re falling and at the moment you don’t care
because the dream of falling is symbolic in your dream to falling asleep.
The feeling stops and the bed
shakes. It shakes at a calm rolling feeling, something similar to being on a
ship or similar to a constant rocking feeling. You began to dream that you’re
having fun on a cruise ship; your on the deck, drinking a Mai Tai or having a
refreshing beer, you know, the beer that comes in a nice mug and it’s so cold
that the glass is sweating and each sip, each mug you drink is so refreshing
there’s no wonder why you’re drunk; that type of beer. The sun is out, the
birds are flying above, the ocean is calm but there’s nobody on the deck. A tad
eerie, but none the less relaxing you go back to your comfortable position. An
hour goes by and you haven’t heard one voice. Thinking to yourself, maybe I
should get up, you get up.
As you walk around sipping from
your drink, you began to wonder, where the hell is everybody? In the distance
you see someone and realize it’s you’re better half. Babe! You scream out. “Hey,
I’ve been looking for you” they say. You respond “Illic ‘monstra sub lectulum
meum” What? You repeat it again looking just as confused. Babe I can’t
understand you, can you repeat it again. So you do. “Illic ‘monstra sub
lectulum.” Your better half looks at you and still, not sure what your trying
to say. Babe, are you okay? I’m fine, you respond in English. As you stand
there, you try to walk but you can’t, over and over you began to repeat in
latin, “Illic monstra sub lectulum, Illic monstra sub lectulum, Illic monstra
sub lectulum, ILLIC MONSTRA SUB LECTULUM! As your chant grows louder, you hear your
child. You stop.
Quickly, you wake up sweating and
out of breathe; as your trying to catch your breath, you turn around and walk
back to your bed. Suddenly, you hear
your child kind of scream; you turn back around and run to your kid’s room.
What’s wrong? I had a dream we were on a cruise ship with nobody around and you
were possessed by the devil. Aww shit…
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
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