Sunday, July 24, 2011
excerpt #18, first 2 paragraphs of STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The start of CHAPTER ONE:
The pitch black night fed upon my terror as I sat motionless atop the belly of a mechanical red and gray spider that targeted my blood. Its relentless pull on my hair and feet drove me in two opposing directions. Icy cold numbness and boiling heat covered me at once. The howling wind and the uncanny stillness pressed uncomfortably into the back of my skull. Simultaneously, I could hear obnoxious steel drums in one ear and peaceful piano chords in the other. My heart and mind were one and yet, strangely, two contradictory forces fighting a battle that could not be won. The pain would soon cease. But for now my spirit wrestled stubbornly with the sun and the moon as the high and low tides battled for control of the night. My racing heart slowed to an incoherent hum. And then a bright light came out of nowhere blazing itself upon my eyelids forcing me to open them. A slow heart beat stubbornly pulsed through my veins. But then a piercing pain overpowered my neck and shoulders. And no longer conscious, I could neither see nor hear…
“Honey, wake up. It’s already seven in the morning. The kids have to get up. They’re going to be late for school. You must have pressed snooze like ten times. Up up up, Honey, get up,” Eric lovingly shouted into my aching ears.
“Okay, I’ll skip my shower. Don’t worry. We’ll make it. I’m getting up. Please start some strong coffee,” I whined as I flopped onto my back in the shape of a very sloppy X.
“The coffee is already on. I’ve been downstairs eating breakfast and making my lunch. I just figured you were already awake and headed upstairs to kiss you guys goodbye. Do you want me to take the big kids, Renee?” he asked sympathetically.
“Actually, that would be great Hon. I was having a really psychotic dream and I’m totally out of it. Thanks Eric,” I voiced with appreciation while reeling his blue and green tie toward my chest for a quick hug and kiss.
The pitch black night fed upon my terror as I sat motionless atop the belly of a mechanical red and gray spider that targeted my blood. Its relentless pull on my hair and feet drove me in two opposing directions. Icy cold numbness and boiling heat covered me at once. The howling wind and the uncanny stillness pressed uncomfortably into the back of my skull. Simultaneously, I could hear obnoxious steel drums in one ear and peaceful piano chords in the other. My heart and mind were one and yet, strangely, two contradictory forces fighting a battle that could not be won. The pain would soon cease. But for now my spirit wrestled stubbornly with the sun and the moon as the high and low tides battled for control of the night. My racing heart slowed to an incoherent hum. And then a bright light came out of nowhere blazing itself upon my eyelids forcing me to open them. A slow heart beat stubbornly pulsed through my veins. But then a piercing pain overpowered my neck and shoulders. And no longer conscious, I could neither see nor hear…
“Honey, wake up. It’s already seven in the morning. The kids have to get up. They’re going to be late for school. You must have pressed snooze like ten times. Up up up, Honey, get up,” Eric lovingly shouted into my aching ears.
“Okay, I’ll skip my shower. Don’t worry. We’ll make it. I’m getting up. Please start some strong coffee,” I whined as I flopped onto my back in the shape of a very sloppy X.
“The coffee is already on. I’ve been downstairs eating breakfast and making my lunch. I just figured you were already awake and headed upstairs to kiss you guys goodbye. Do you want me to take the big kids, Renee?” he asked sympathetically.
“Actually, that would be great Hon. I was having a really psychotic dream and I’m totally out of it. Thanks Eric,” I voiced with appreciation while reeling his blue and green tie toward my chest for a quick hug and kiss.
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