Flash Fiction #2 - Lagrange Points
August 21, 2008I’m not really in any sort of mood to seriously blog anything concrete right now.
Just came from Boracay. It was fun. Really really want to go back. Photos are in jquia.multiply.com - created it for photo sharing, but I might develop it sometime when I’m bored.
More dabbling in flash fiction-slash-album review. This time with Mooncake‘s Lagrange Points. <— click to listen (last.fm rocks \m/ free streaming music FTW!)
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It was like waking up suddenly from a dream that she couldn’t recollect. All the feelings, emotions and sensations were still fresh. She wanted to piece together as much as she could from her state of slumber, but nothing came. All she had were feelings: The sensation of being as light as a feather, as soft as a whisper, and everything around her was as bright as wonder in a child’s eyes.
Eyes. She remembered staring into eyes that went as deep as forever; but whose? A nameless figure. How could it make her feel this way? The emotions were swaying now: Ebb and flow; Rise and fall. She wanted to go back. She had to go back to the dream. At least there everything was beautiful and perfect. She lay down, hoping against hope that sleep would take her back, wherever it was.
An hour passed, but still no sign of sleep. She was staring blankly at the ceiling as the alarm clock rang, but she didn’t flinch. Eyes fixed straight up and thoughts wandering aimlessly, she reached out with her right arm. Almost robotically, she switched off the persistent noise set to wake her up at exactly 7:30am on this Monday morning. No need. She was already up. She beat her alarm by one hour and spent that same amount of time mulling over a dream.
The feeling was soaring now. Everything inside her was rising like a crescendo building up to a climax. The feelings were strong and the lightness was gone. A heavy sense of panic and frustration was now starting to sink in. “I need to go back,” she thought desperately. Laying on her soft mattress, 30 minutes felt like an eternity. “Am I going crazy? All this over a stupid and senseless dream…”
30 more minutes… She would be late for work now, but she didn’t move a muscle. Reality just didn’t seem that appealing anymore.
30 more minutes… She started to toss and turn and squirm, seemingly oblivious that there was a world outside that was waiting for her. A world that was waiting for her to punch in at 9:00am, process papers until 12 noon, have lunch until exactly 1:00pm, process papers until 6:00pm, then go home and do whatever people do when home alone on a Monday night. Totally oblivious.
The only thing that mattered right now were those eyes. She couldn’t get it out of her head and nothing else would occupy her thoughts while it was there.
Heavier and heavier. Darker now. No more panic. Just fatigue setting in this time. Frustration. She was about to give up. Almost all resolve was gone.
Then it happened.
At that exact fleeting moment between sleeping and waking, it hit her. Ebb and flow. Her eyes were closed and all the images started flowing into her mind. Rise and fall. Backwards, like a video on rewind. Faster and faster it moved. A smile… a face… those eyes… A soaring feeling. The crescendo building up to a climax. Faster and faster…
Then it stopped.
An alarm clock sounded. The persistent noise set to wake her up kept on grating at her ear. Almost robotically, she reached out with her right arm to put it off. It was 7:30am on a Monday morning.
Time to get ready for work.
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