Silhouette
05-16-2008, 08:47 PM
I had started writing this last month, and stopped for whatever reason. Started it up again today.. so yeah...
Its my first time writing something like this.. and posting it to the public, so comments, pl0x.
How long has it been since I’ve last been embraced by slumber? More than a few hours, most likely. My eyelids were heavy, and I found my head drooping on occasion.
However, the man before me made no such mistakes. His eyes were narrowed slightly, though he showed no signs of fatigue.
A wide grin cracked his lips, almost spreading from ear to ear.
The table which divided us was quite long, both of us sitting on opposite sides of it - length-wise. Our rears ‘rested’ upon hard wooden seats…
… Rather uncomfortable wooden seats…
The room was small, only large enough to fit the lengthy table and ourselves. Cold, silver steel walls boxed the two of us in. An unpleasant draft was emitting from somewhere… but I could not find its source. There were no vents or openings…
No entrances or escapes.
Which reminded me: Just how was I brought here?
I remember that I had fallen fast asleep in my fluffy mattress within my bedroom. The crimson sheets were full of cushion, and quite warm.
I was in a deep, peaceful slumber, one I had been woken from harshly - only to find myself here, in this… this prison.
I had been told, by the ever-grinning man before me, that should I show any signs of emotion, I would be killed. I remember asking him what he meant by that, and for what purpose was I brought here.
His reply to the former question was something along the lines of, “anything other than joy”, which he then added was the only ‘true’ emotion. I gathered that showing feelings such as; shock, fear, and sorrow would likely cause my demise.
Luckily for me, this madman had given me time to regain composure before the ‘game’ had begun, for I had shown all of the aforementioned features upon my face after awakening…
His answer to my latter question, as to why I was brought here, was that he was ‘bored’. Naturally, this answer did not suffice, and had instead enraged me… but I was forced to conceal such emotions, as I was not yet sure if this was serious or not.
I then decided to go along with it, for the time being.
Within the first few minutes of my containment, I noticed that - during his initial attempts to stir up a conversation - his posture would shift ever-so-slightly, almost constantly. However, whether this was due to the unsavory seating, or an attempt to gain some sort of facial response from me, I did not know.
. . .
How long has it been since he last tried to speak to me? I wasn’t quite sure, for no clock of any sort could be seen.
Though he hadn’t spoke for some time, I remembered his voice quite well.
It was rather low, so much so that I had to close my eyes and concentrate on it to gather what he was saying.
His way of speaking was sly, innuendos littering every sentence murmured - cryptic meanings hidden behind each word which crawled off his tongue and slithered through his lips.
Sitting in the same room with this man made me uncomfortable, even moreso because I knew I had no way of escaping, and knew nothing of how I was brought here.
Or even why, for that matter.
A faint ticking started up, the noise was mechanical, I knew this… a tick-tock paradox which echoed throughout the room. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from exactly, only that it was from the other side of the room.
Perhaps, he was wearing a watch? No, this was surely a trap of sorts.
He had been trying to drag me into a conversation for some time now… if not directly, then with minor actions which would normally raise an eyebrow - gaining the curiosity of most.
Every other thought that came to me was of his shifting positions, his never-ending grin, and the ticking of the clock which plagued my ears.
It was… unbearable.
His eyes were always gazing into mine.
His eyes… always peering into my soul…
That damn smile of his… never fleeting, always wide, always mocking me…
I couldn’t stand it.
He cleared his throat.
My eyes drifted off to the side to scan the room, though his grin remained in my peripheral vision. I tried to be slick about it, but I continued to eye him, though my head would glide about casually.
He spoke.
“Aren‘t you going to ask me?”
My eyes met his, and my head soon joined, ceasing its aimless wandering.
Another attempt to gain a response from me, though I had little choice but to take the bite.
“Pardon?” I had asked, not quite sure what he was referring to.
Many questions raced through my mind, each shouting for my attention - attempting to appease my tongue to speak of them.
“About the noise,” He clarified, “I do have a watch on, you know. If you are curious of the time, I will gladly inform you.”
“No thank you.”
“For a man to be awakened amidst the moon‘s luminescence… stolen from their bedding and sheets… and brought to the steel caging that is this room. Surely, you have something on your mind?”
“I… already asked you everything I wanted to. Besides, your answer to those questions were less than satisfactory, so…”
“Perhaps, you were simply asking the wrong questions?”
I blinked slowly, the chill of the room was doing little to keep the drowsiness away. On top of that, his low tone was continuing to force me into closing my eyes to concentrate.
This combination would see me to my slumber soon enough… Despite my apparent fatigue, he continued to speak.
“So… if the time is of little importance, perhaps something else is tugging at your consciousness?”
At first, I couldn’t pinpoint what he was referring to - how could I?
I desired so many answers… yet he would only give those he could shrug off with those enigma he called ‘answers’.
I noted that his position had once more changed--slightly, though enough to gain my attention.
“Perhaps, you‘re wondering about my constant shift in stance?”
My eyes narrowed slightly to his question, though this appeared to be fine. Every now-and-then, I would make a sudden movement of my own - though, where he moved his body, I simply shifted my expression.
I figured that if I could sneak in slight changes in features, I could slowly find what could and could not be done.
If my movement were to be deemed as ‘against the rules’, then I could throw it off as another motion. The narrowing of eyes could be nothing more than preparation to blink, and so forth.
“Well?” He added.
“If you feel that I must ask, then I shall,” I began, my head drooping slightly, “Please enlighten me as to why you‘re moving so constantly.”
“Isn‘t that obvious?”
What kind of answer was that? “Isn‘t that obvious”? Why ask me to question him, only to reply with such a pointless response… he was surely attempting to pinch a nerve.
I decided to play along - or rather - play a game of my own.
“Isn‘t what obvious?”
His grin widened, if at all possible.
“The seating here is rather unbearable, is it not?”
I remained silent, my lack of speech combated by his soft chuckle.
His position once again altered, though - obviously - not for the reason he had given me.
His head tilted to the side--slightly.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked.
Something wrong? Too uncomfortable to relax… too weary to sleep… too tired to focus…
A game?
Surely, this man is mad… as well as whoever helped him bring me here.
No, I had nothing to lose, did I?
Nothing to gain but freedom, but how long would this façade be held? When would I be set free?
Will I be set free?
I decided to spill out my thoughts upon the long table. Perhaps, his cryptic answers would give me something to do - for deciphering them took much thought, and I needed stay sharp...
“What time was it again?”
“Ah, you have finally asked,” He taunted, “It is 2-o-clock.” He had answered me, without so much as a glance at the watch I assumed was beneath his right sleeve.
“2am?”
“Indeed.”
By his answer, I figured I was here for at least two hours. But, could that be so? Surely, his clock is…
No, could it be? Noise still emits from it, the ticking and the tocking, surely it could not be broken?
“I assure you, it is in working condition. What I tell you is correct - yet, what you assume, is far from that. What you think is even farther from assumption, for once you have decided to speak it, it has already been thought through quite well. Meaning that-”
“-Is there a point to this?”
“Haven‘t you heard my prior statement? There is a point to everything.”
“Of course.”
“Also, interrupting people during speech is quite rude.”
“… Rude? Much like abduction.”
His grin widened, and his chuckle grew louder. “Naturally, I apologize then.”
“For the kidnapping, or calling me rude?”
“The latter, of course. There appears to be some humor within you.”
“Or… perhaps I‘m just too tired to make sense?” I replied, “You seem to be fond of things that make little sense.”
“At any rate, I have finally gotten you to speak more than a few words to me. Now then, I am sure that our time here will travel much fas-”
He glanced down at his gray-sleeved arm, “Speaking of which, it is now 4-o-clock.”
It took every fiber of sense within me to refrain from showing shock. Two hours passing in mere moments? His clock was not broken… but, perhaps his mind…
“I assure you, I am in the right frame of mind.”
Slightly, my eyelids dropped.
They were getting more difficult to keep up, especially since narrowing them was my only way of showing discontent.
“And no, I am not reading your thoughts. It is pretty easy to determine what one‘s mind would register in certain situations. For instance-”
Slowly, he rose his right sleeve.
“-Right about now, you are wondering how I could tell the time so accurately… yet wear no watch.”
How I managed to keep the surprise at bay was beyond me.
Perhaps, fatigue was an ally of mine after all? How could one tell the time without a watch?
He couldn’t.
Which meant he was lying… right? Surely, time cannot pass so quickly. But…
“And at this very moment, you are questioning the sincerity of my answers. I assure you, the times I have given you were correct. Also, the noise you were hearing. The ticks and tocks.”
His smile never wavered.
“Perhaps, you were merely hearing things?”
“Nonsense! How could you even gather that I was hearing-”
He pointed to his naked wrist, once more showing that no clock was present.
“Obviously, given the amount of times you checked my wrists, you figured I had a clock of sorts. And thus, you must have heard a ticking, am I correct?”
This man was absurd!
“T-This is madness!” I shouted.
“Madness? Good heavens, no. I assure you, this is all within logic and reason. Everything I say and do, has a reason to it. Everything I tell you, is within logic. Perhaps, your mind is just too tired to understand this?”
He reached for his left sleeve, pulling it up slowly. The ticking sound began to increase with each inch his sleeve rose.
I couldn’t help but laugh… for, upon his left wrist, a watch was strapped around.
“So quick to turn your back on logic, aren‘t you? Ask yourself this, how else would one determine the time… without a watch?”
“I… No, what are you trying to pull! I saw you tell the time without so much as glancing at your watch!”
He chuckled louder than he had ever done thus far.
“How astute of you. I almost had you there, didn‘t I?”
“W-What are you getting at? Almost… had me?”
“Tell me this.” He began, rolling down his sleeves. “How much do you remember about yourself?”
“… What? What are you…”
“Not even a name, you say?”
“I‘ve said nothing of the sort! What‘s this got to do with-”
Suddenly, it struck me: My life - or lack, thereof.
A dull routine of little significance to anything outside the confines of my apartment.
I woke up… I found something - somehow - within my house to entertain me…
I remember that I had given up on searching for a job… given up on searching for a proper college to attend.
I was out of shape, having not trekked far beyond the threshold to humanity in quite some time.
I had even given up on self-maintenance, doing only what was necessary to stay fresh.
My black hair was sloppy and unwashed, almost ashen upon first glance.
Several things then hit me at once; the coldness of the last night I had fallen asleep on my own mattress, the warmth the crimson sheets had given me, the dreams that I-
It… couldn’t be, could it?
A casual voice had awoken me from my vagrancy… it was a familiar voice. One I had known all too well.
“Is there something the matter?”
I remembered where I was - his voice reminded me…
His voice…
… So damn familiar. I realize I had been speaking to him for some time now, but that’s not where I recall hearing from.
Somewhere else, perhaps?
“Your life was miserable, you know.” He spoke, his grin shrinking, albeit slightly. “That is why you are here, after all.”
I couldn’t find the words to reply to his statement. Had he been watching me?
Impossible.
The man swiped his hand forwards, brushing his black hair down into his face to cover most of his eyes.
That hair… almost ashen at first glance…
“You should really try to do more with your life. Everything I say - I say for a reason. You ought to smile more.”
Could it be…?
He continued to speak.
“When you smile, I smile, you know.”
The man rose from his seat, brushing back the hair from his face. That damn smile was still present. But now, I could see something else…
“When you frown… well, I still smile, actually.” He added to his previous statement with a soft chuckle.
Perhaps it was fatigue… or shock… but, his grin continued to widen, and his lips continued to move… but, what he was saying, I do not know, for something kept all sound from reaching my ears.
That is, until he attempted to speak again.
“That makes fifty-seven, by the way. That would be the amount of times that the expression of shock had claimed your features. Fear? Thirty-eight. Anger… oh, boy, was that one popular. Ninety-nine.”
Like a heavy torrent, all sense, logic, and reason had returned to me.
His voice had returned it to me… his face had returned it to me…
“Why have you not killed me then?” I asked, knowing that what I questioned was a quite the conundrum.
“You seem to have understood how you got here. Or have you?”
“I have had enough of this farce. Why have I not yet woken up?”
“You know, its funny… because you‘ve finally acknowledged my features, you believe this is a dream.”
“How else… would I be speaking to myself?”
“That is indeed a good question. However, what you have failed to realize is that… we will be spending some time together - for awhile, actually.”
I was silent. How long has it been since I last drifted off? My eyes were no longer shutting… I was no longer drowsy.
Everything was perceived to me in crystal clarity… and yet, the room was still so cold.
“Why is it so cold in here?” I had asked, for the sake of asking. Time seemed to race as we conversed. Perhaps, before I knew it, it would be morning...
It would be time for me to awaken and continue my routine.
He turned his back to me. “Cold? I’m rather warm, actually. I believe I know why you are so cold though. Know this…
… those sheets were white before the sun had set. . .”
If most of that seemed like utter jibberish to you... that's because its supposed to. Stuff like this isn't supposed to make sense. There was a meaning to it though.
Oh yeah... and the style may seem familiar to you. *cough* That was totally by accident. I hadn't realized it was similar to someone else's until reading a story of theirs recently. :o
Its my first time writing something like this.. and posting it to the public, so comments, pl0x.
How long has it been since I’ve last been embraced by slumber? More than a few hours, most likely. My eyelids were heavy, and I found my head drooping on occasion.
However, the man before me made no such mistakes. His eyes were narrowed slightly, though he showed no signs of fatigue.
A wide grin cracked his lips, almost spreading from ear to ear.
The table which divided us was quite long, both of us sitting on opposite sides of it - length-wise. Our rears ‘rested’ upon hard wooden seats…
… Rather uncomfortable wooden seats…
The room was small, only large enough to fit the lengthy table and ourselves. Cold, silver steel walls boxed the two of us in. An unpleasant draft was emitting from somewhere… but I could not find its source. There were no vents or openings…
No entrances or escapes.
Which reminded me: Just how was I brought here?
I remember that I had fallen fast asleep in my fluffy mattress within my bedroom. The crimson sheets were full of cushion, and quite warm.
I was in a deep, peaceful slumber, one I had been woken from harshly - only to find myself here, in this… this prison.
I had been told, by the ever-grinning man before me, that should I show any signs of emotion, I would be killed. I remember asking him what he meant by that, and for what purpose was I brought here.
His reply to the former question was something along the lines of, “anything other than joy”, which he then added was the only ‘true’ emotion. I gathered that showing feelings such as; shock, fear, and sorrow would likely cause my demise.
Luckily for me, this madman had given me time to regain composure before the ‘game’ had begun, for I had shown all of the aforementioned features upon my face after awakening…
His answer to my latter question, as to why I was brought here, was that he was ‘bored’. Naturally, this answer did not suffice, and had instead enraged me… but I was forced to conceal such emotions, as I was not yet sure if this was serious or not.
I then decided to go along with it, for the time being.
Within the first few minutes of my containment, I noticed that - during his initial attempts to stir up a conversation - his posture would shift ever-so-slightly, almost constantly. However, whether this was due to the unsavory seating, or an attempt to gain some sort of facial response from me, I did not know.
. . .
How long has it been since he last tried to speak to me? I wasn’t quite sure, for no clock of any sort could be seen.
Though he hadn’t spoke for some time, I remembered his voice quite well.
It was rather low, so much so that I had to close my eyes and concentrate on it to gather what he was saying.
His way of speaking was sly, innuendos littering every sentence murmured - cryptic meanings hidden behind each word which crawled off his tongue and slithered through his lips.
Sitting in the same room with this man made me uncomfortable, even moreso because I knew I had no way of escaping, and knew nothing of how I was brought here.
Or even why, for that matter.
A faint ticking started up, the noise was mechanical, I knew this… a tick-tock paradox which echoed throughout the room. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from exactly, only that it was from the other side of the room.
Perhaps, he was wearing a watch? No, this was surely a trap of sorts.
He had been trying to drag me into a conversation for some time now… if not directly, then with minor actions which would normally raise an eyebrow - gaining the curiosity of most.
Every other thought that came to me was of his shifting positions, his never-ending grin, and the ticking of the clock which plagued my ears.
It was… unbearable.
His eyes were always gazing into mine.
His eyes… always peering into my soul…
That damn smile of his… never fleeting, always wide, always mocking me…
I couldn’t stand it.
He cleared his throat.
My eyes drifted off to the side to scan the room, though his grin remained in my peripheral vision. I tried to be slick about it, but I continued to eye him, though my head would glide about casually.
He spoke.
“Aren‘t you going to ask me?”
My eyes met his, and my head soon joined, ceasing its aimless wandering.
Another attempt to gain a response from me, though I had little choice but to take the bite.
“Pardon?” I had asked, not quite sure what he was referring to.
Many questions raced through my mind, each shouting for my attention - attempting to appease my tongue to speak of them.
“About the noise,” He clarified, “I do have a watch on, you know. If you are curious of the time, I will gladly inform you.”
“No thank you.”
“For a man to be awakened amidst the moon‘s luminescence… stolen from their bedding and sheets… and brought to the steel caging that is this room. Surely, you have something on your mind?”
“I… already asked you everything I wanted to. Besides, your answer to those questions were less than satisfactory, so…”
“Perhaps, you were simply asking the wrong questions?”
I blinked slowly, the chill of the room was doing little to keep the drowsiness away. On top of that, his low tone was continuing to force me into closing my eyes to concentrate.
This combination would see me to my slumber soon enough… Despite my apparent fatigue, he continued to speak.
“So… if the time is of little importance, perhaps something else is tugging at your consciousness?”
At first, I couldn’t pinpoint what he was referring to - how could I?
I desired so many answers… yet he would only give those he could shrug off with those enigma he called ‘answers’.
I noted that his position had once more changed--slightly, though enough to gain my attention.
“Perhaps, you‘re wondering about my constant shift in stance?”
My eyes narrowed slightly to his question, though this appeared to be fine. Every now-and-then, I would make a sudden movement of my own - though, where he moved his body, I simply shifted my expression.
I figured that if I could sneak in slight changes in features, I could slowly find what could and could not be done.
If my movement were to be deemed as ‘against the rules’, then I could throw it off as another motion. The narrowing of eyes could be nothing more than preparation to blink, and so forth.
“Well?” He added.
“If you feel that I must ask, then I shall,” I began, my head drooping slightly, “Please enlighten me as to why you‘re moving so constantly.”
“Isn‘t that obvious?”
What kind of answer was that? “Isn‘t that obvious”? Why ask me to question him, only to reply with such a pointless response… he was surely attempting to pinch a nerve.
I decided to play along - or rather - play a game of my own.
“Isn‘t what obvious?”
His grin widened, if at all possible.
“The seating here is rather unbearable, is it not?”
I remained silent, my lack of speech combated by his soft chuckle.
His position once again altered, though - obviously - not for the reason he had given me.
His head tilted to the side--slightly.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked.
Something wrong? Too uncomfortable to relax… too weary to sleep… too tired to focus…
A game?
Surely, this man is mad… as well as whoever helped him bring me here.
No, I had nothing to lose, did I?
Nothing to gain but freedom, but how long would this façade be held? When would I be set free?
Will I be set free?
I decided to spill out my thoughts upon the long table. Perhaps, his cryptic answers would give me something to do - for deciphering them took much thought, and I needed stay sharp...
“What time was it again?”
“Ah, you have finally asked,” He taunted, “It is 2-o-clock.” He had answered me, without so much as a glance at the watch I assumed was beneath his right sleeve.
“2am?”
“Indeed.”
By his answer, I figured I was here for at least two hours. But, could that be so? Surely, his clock is…
No, could it be? Noise still emits from it, the ticking and the tocking, surely it could not be broken?
“I assure you, it is in working condition. What I tell you is correct - yet, what you assume, is far from that. What you think is even farther from assumption, for once you have decided to speak it, it has already been thought through quite well. Meaning that-”
“-Is there a point to this?”
“Haven‘t you heard my prior statement? There is a point to everything.”
“Of course.”
“Also, interrupting people during speech is quite rude.”
“… Rude? Much like abduction.”
His grin widened, and his chuckle grew louder. “Naturally, I apologize then.”
“For the kidnapping, or calling me rude?”
“The latter, of course. There appears to be some humor within you.”
“Or… perhaps I‘m just too tired to make sense?” I replied, “You seem to be fond of things that make little sense.”
“At any rate, I have finally gotten you to speak more than a few words to me. Now then, I am sure that our time here will travel much fas-”
He glanced down at his gray-sleeved arm, “Speaking of which, it is now 4-o-clock.”
It took every fiber of sense within me to refrain from showing shock. Two hours passing in mere moments? His clock was not broken… but, perhaps his mind…
“I assure you, I am in the right frame of mind.”
Slightly, my eyelids dropped.
They were getting more difficult to keep up, especially since narrowing them was my only way of showing discontent.
“And no, I am not reading your thoughts. It is pretty easy to determine what one‘s mind would register in certain situations. For instance-”
Slowly, he rose his right sleeve.
“-Right about now, you are wondering how I could tell the time so accurately… yet wear no watch.”
How I managed to keep the surprise at bay was beyond me.
Perhaps, fatigue was an ally of mine after all? How could one tell the time without a watch?
He couldn’t.
Which meant he was lying… right? Surely, time cannot pass so quickly. But…
“And at this very moment, you are questioning the sincerity of my answers. I assure you, the times I have given you were correct. Also, the noise you were hearing. The ticks and tocks.”
His smile never wavered.
“Perhaps, you were merely hearing things?”
“Nonsense! How could you even gather that I was hearing-”
He pointed to his naked wrist, once more showing that no clock was present.
“Obviously, given the amount of times you checked my wrists, you figured I had a clock of sorts. And thus, you must have heard a ticking, am I correct?”
This man was absurd!
“T-This is madness!” I shouted.
“Madness? Good heavens, no. I assure you, this is all within logic and reason. Everything I say and do, has a reason to it. Everything I tell you, is within logic. Perhaps, your mind is just too tired to understand this?”
He reached for his left sleeve, pulling it up slowly. The ticking sound began to increase with each inch his sleeve rose.
I couldn’t help but laugh… for, upon his left wrist, a watch was strapped around.
“So quick to turn your back on logic, aren‘t you? Ask yourself this, how else would one determine the time… without a watch?”
“I… No, what are you trying to pull! I saw you tell the time without so much as glancing at your watch!”
He chuckled louder than he had ever done thus far.
“How astute of you. I almost had you there, didn‘t I?”
“W-What are you getting at? Almost… had me?”
“Tell me this.” He began, rolling down his sleeves. “How much do you remember about yourself?”
“… What? What are you…”
“Not even a name, you say?”
“I‘ve said nothing of the sort! What‘s this got to do with-”
Suddenly, it struck me: My life - or lack, thereof.
A dull routine of little significance to anything outside the confines of my apartment.
I woke up… I found something - somehow - within my house to entertain me…
I remember that I had given up on searching for a job… given up on searching for a proper college to attend.
I was out of shape, having not trekked far beyond the threshold to humanity in quite some time.
I had even given up on self-maintenance, doing only what was necessary to stay fresh.
My black hair was sloppy and unwashed, almost ashen upon first glance.
Several things then hit me at once; the coldness of the last night I had fallen asleep on my own mattress, the warmth the crimson sheets had given me, the dreams that I-
It… couldn’t be, could it?
A casual voice had awoken me from my vagrancy… it was a familiar voice. One I had known all too well.
“Is there something the matter?”
I remembered where I was - his voice reminded me…
His voice…
… So damn familiar. I realize I had been speaking to him for some time now, but that’s not where I recall hearing from.
Somewhere else, perhaps?
“Your life was miserable, you know.” He spoke, his grin shrinking, albeit slightly. “That is why you are here, after all.”
I couldn’t find the words to reply to his statement. Had he been watching me?
Impossible.
The man swiped his hand forwards, brushing his black hair down into his face to cover most of his eyes.
That hair… almost ashen at first glance…
“You should really try to do more with your life. Everything I say - I say for a reason. You ought to smile more.”
Could it be…?
He continued to speak.
“When you smile, I smile, you know.”
The man rose from his seat, brushing back the hair from his face. That damn smile was still present. But now, I could see something else…
“When you frown… well, I still smile, actually.” He added to his previous statement with a soft chuckle.
Perhaps it was fatigue… or shock… but, his grin continued to widen, and his lips continued to move… but, what he was saying, I do not know, for something kept all sound from reaching my ears.
That is, until he attempted to speak again.
“That makes fifty-seven, by the way. That would be the amount of times that the expression of shock had claimed your features. Fear? Thirty-eight. Anger… oh, boy, was that one popular. Ninety-nine.”
Like a heavy torrent, all sense, logic, and reason had returned to me.
His voice had returned it to me… his face had returned it to me…
“Why have you not killed me then?” I asked, knowing that what I questioned was a quite the conundrum.
“You seem to have understood how you got here. Or have you?”
“I have had enough of this farce. Why have I not yet woken up?”
“You know, its funny… because you‘ve finally acknowledged my features, you believe this is a dream.”
“How else… would I be speaking to myself?”
“That is indeed a good question. However, what you have failed to realize is that… we will be spending some time together - for awhile, actually.”
I was silent. How long has it been since I last drifted off? My eyes were no longer shutting… I was no longer drowsy.
Everything was perceived to me in crystal clarity… and yet, the room was still so cold.
“Why is it so cold in here?” I had asked, for the sake of asking. Time seemed to race as we conversed. Perhaps, before I knew it, it would be morning...
It would be time for me to awaken and continue my routine.
He turned his back to me. “Cold? I’m rather warm, actually. I believe I know why you are so cold though. Know this…
… those sheets were white before the sun had set. . .”
If most of that seemed like utter jibberish to you... that's because its supposed to. Stuff like this isn't supposed to make sense. There was a meaning to it though.
Oh yeah... and the style may seem familiar to you. *cough* That was totally by accident. I hadn't realized it was similar to someone else's until reading a story of theirs recently. :o