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Eyes
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, with a smile on her face. She grabbed my ears and pulled my face onto hers for a kiss that felt too short. “Do you remember the first time we came here, to lay in this field?” I asked, with a sense of desperation in my voice. She looked at me with her naturally glazed eyes that I’ve loved for ten years and she smiled. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me in for a kiss that, again, felt too short and said “Don’t worry about it.”
Boxes
I was on the train, riding in a big steel box that takes me to work, where I sit in a smaller box for 9 hours, then come back to sit in a big steel box that takes me home to a medium sized box. Every day was the same. Nothing ever seemed to change, and I was just fine with it. Then, on Thursday, August 13th 2015, something happened. Planet earth would no longer work, live, or transport in any type of box, ever again.
Choice
I was given a choice. I could either stay alive in this world and die a slow painful death, or I could be put in an induced coma and live in my dreams for...ever. I knew which one was morally correct, since I had a loving wife and a precious 2 year old. I couldn't help but look into her eyes when I told her what my final decision would be. She needed to know that this would be one of the last times I would ever speak to her.
Cat
"It's 3 a.m...why is my slave still sleeping?! I'M HUNGRY YOU FUCKIN FART! I pooped in the sink because you're trying to train me to relieve myself in the toilet like a disgusting slave human and I am ABOVE THAT! FEEEEED MEEEE jk lol I'm not even that hungry. I fuckin' love being a cat zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
Ship
It seems as though as the days get longer, my memory gets shorter. A day feels like a month, but at the end of it, I can't remember what filled the day up. Every night, as I lay down, I picture my mind as a ship. A ship that sails into the sea, through the fog and into the darkness. A ship that sails without direction.
Clove
My rocking chair used to make a squeaking noise every time I went too far back. My legs were getting weaker and I hadn’t heard that noise in a very long time, until today. I felt like a new man and could run, jump, shout, and see. The only problem was that no one recognized me. I looked in the mirror and it wasn’t me I was staring at. Just then, I heard a voice say “Mr. Clove, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but first, we need to dispose of your old body immediately.”
Run
I turned on CNN and there she was. I knew I would see her on tv someday, but not like this. She had killed 4 cops and was on the run. They were unsure of where she was headed, but I knew. I knew that if she was on the run, I needed to leave right away, or else they would be after me too.
Window
I can see her through the window, sitting there watching tv like she doesn't have a clue what she did to me. Truth is, she knows exactly what she did, but I bet doesn't feel even a bit of remorse. She doesn't know me. She doesn't even know my name. I'm nervous and excited to finally destroy her and everything about her.
