Oh well...another prose like *something something* x_X
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AKA Playing Hoops with Inevitability
There’s a slim chance that on your last day on Earth, there'd be a mocking bird waking you up at an inhumanly hour,
You'd utter: "
Oh go to hell you stupid bird!" and than roll over to the other side...
But you'd not be out of the woods yet and the blinking digits from the digital watch are gonna make you tighten your eyelids
And when utterly defeated you'd surrender to the daylight demons, you'd get out of bed, totally ignoring the fluffy slippers.
You'd rub your eyes while viciously, yawning, you'd scratch the tip of your nose
You'd stare in the mirror making goofy looking faces and than you'd open the water tap...
And the water would be cold, again...'cause the moron plumber has been MIA for the last couple of days.
You'd start shivering, goose bumps all over your skin and an eerie clattering would be heard.
After tightly folded in a fuzzy, pinkish towel, you'd float to the kitchen and swiftly infuse yourself with a new caffeine fix...
You'd say: "
Now that's better" and satisfied sigh. This couldn't possibly be your last day.
At about 7:45 you'd look for some clothes and ponder upon whether you should wear the white shirt or the Venetian red
It's early on a Saturday yet you get dressed in your neatly ironed, black suit and carefully arrange the blouse's collar.
When you'd get to the car, you'd stop your hand on the handle and wait for the neighbor’s sprinkle to start
You'd smile, get in and put the keys in the ignition and as you'd drive off, a faint ringing noise would crawl up to your ears.
You'd look in the rearview mirror and say: "
Let the answer machine get the message."
For a couple of seconds, butterflies would start waltzing in your stomach and you'd wish that
he was the one calling you.
And than you'd remember that night, sometime ago, when both you found yourselves starring at each other, in a hotel room
Your eyes laid on his scarred chin, probably from a shaving accident or a childhood mischief. You unintentionally smirked.
When his lashes started battling in a cadence, you chuckled and than put on the smile for such occasions.
In that flicker, the bed was the only thing dividing you so you went towards him and he took a couple of steps to catch you halfway.
He caressed your cheek and than like in a mirror you started stripping your clothes off. First the jackets, than the shoes, the skirt, the pants, the tie, the blueberry blouse and the olive shirt, the earrings, the watch....'till all you're left was a pair of black lingerie items and white boxers...
"
Guess we're planners!" He joked but the punch line never came, cuz you started kissing him
And than he tagged along and for a couple of seconds your tongues explored each others cavities. Both arms wrapped around his neck.
And when in bed, he started ravaging your collarbone...But it wasn't brutal or fiercely as it tends to get when men are carried away. It was subtle and tickling.
Yet you were sure, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow you're gonna have to wear a scarf...
When you woke up, he was tightly asleep...his arm laying gently upon your honey-brown hair....as if 'till that moment he happened to stare at you
You went to take a shower, afterwards you got dressed and tried to figure out how you could've misplace a shoe...
Before leaving, you slid in the suit's pocket, your business card. Who knows? Last night was better than all the other previous one night stands
At least from this year...
When you'd get back from this reverie, the watch on the dashboard would indicate a random hour. Let's say 10:07.
How would you feel if lets say at 10:09, you'd no longer be part of the living realm? Would you have any reason to linger around...?
Would it even matter? When those strings would cross each other, your wire would get severed and you'd be gone...
Sayonara, mon cherie!
Look at the bright side, at least, it would be a sunny day and a bluish Chevrolet Vega named Tinker would be the one responsible...(you always wanted to touch a vintage car that was doomed by poor reliability)
So there you’d be, dead. Though the correct term would be "undead" cuz you'd be in limbo. You'd roll your eyes in defiance and think how this couldn't be possibly happening to you
Not when the prospects of getting laid again were so optimistic. And you'd start laughing your lungs out and maybe spasm a little bit
And than a nauseating smell of jasmine and cinnamon would make you cough and than you'd feel all torn and pierced and contorted and finally you'd lose your breath...
And just before your essence would start to dissipate and you'd feel nothing else but a shivering cold creeping from your toe nails painted mauve and making its way down your spine...
You'd hear your wish granted: "
Hey, I meant to call before but I was busy....well arghhh...not really...The truth is I'm stranded in an elevator and I'm waiting for the repo guys and I happened to came upon your card. And I swear I'm not lying...well actually I am....and I'm feeling like in 8th grade when I had a crush on Jessie James - no pun intended - and I have completely derailed from the initial idea. Bottom line is: Would you go out with me: tomorrow at whatever hour is convenient with you? And I'll hang up now since I embarrassed myself in more ways than one."
That was funny in a bad way, but funny nonetheless. How ironic!
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You can hear the phone ringing but you're way too lazy to wake up instead you nuzzle your face in the cozy pillow and idly think...about pathetic cravings and lame regrets
Despite all the effort to ignore the buzzing that now echoes through the Eustachian tube, you get up and dart to the phone
You also snatch a glance at the watch, is 11:12 and the sun closes to the zenith while the mocking bird kisses you a late
Good morning
By the time you finally get there, you catch the last words before he hangs up and smile while victoriously jumping around the lounge.
PS:
Surprisingly today is not gonna be that day,
Yet it, is still lurking around, embracing you and casually waiting for you to grow old....
This is a happy end for those who still believe in such oneiric stuff ...
For the others is just another coma in their existence...
Preview AKA Playing Hoops with Inevitability
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