Disconnected (unfinished/unedited)
Oct 18, 2014 17:24:37 GMT -5
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Post by Yamato Shinkai on Oct 18, 2014 17:24:37 GMT -5
Rain tapped on the window next to my bed, its constant drone forcing me awake but failing in an attempt to get me out of bed. I lay there staring up. Dancing lights entertain my scattered thoughts. My mind switches between yesterdays activities and the nagging thought that I should get up. My eyes wander the interior of my small bedroom. Drawers directly across from my bed, a slightly open door to the right leading to the rest of my flat. My eyes finally settle on the alarm clock sitting comfortably on the small table next to my bed. Red numbers stared back, disappointed in my lack of energy and motivation, but it was Saturday, a day of freedom and relaxation. I covered the clocks gaze with my eyelids, my mind returning to a calm fantasy world of my construct. I took a deep breath and returned to that safe and peaceful world known as dreams.
Saturday consisted of a large amount of movie streams, kitchen runs, and longing looks out the window. Like most of my Saturdays.
Monday came faster than I had anticipated, and with it came the looming burden of work.
I sat there staring at a convoluted chart of figures and statistics. I opened a new tab on my browser and started typing in the website of yet another boring and painfully ignorant news source. Half tamped to type in a game site, I went forward with my initial job. My job, which has no real reason, no real use. I study an article about global warming, give a slight amused blow of my nostrils and move on to the next politically biased article.
i periodically glanced at the clock wishing lunch would halt my frivolous march of political news and underresearched garbage. And yet i dragged on unphased by the goings on in the office around me. Webpages sprang from the screen, hyperlinks and RSS feed buttons danced around my head, the keyboard ran off with the mouse leaving me alone with the talkative tower under the desk. Its words were jumbled at first but soon started to move through the liquid that surrounded my body...
"Wake up"... "wake up"... "wake up!!"
I woke up with a start, the memories of my dream all but gone. I looked at the clock that inhabited my lonely cubicle. To my relief and mild disappointment the clock read 3:33. I had missed lunch, my one time in the day that I could interact with the others in the office. I stood up from my chair. The office, now empty, gave me a cold and lonely warning. Darkness crept into all corners of the office driving back what little light remained. Not a soul breathed, not a heart beat, for a split second I thought of every worst possible scenario. I caught my breath, the darkness seemed to lurch forward at my sign of weakness. I snatched my coat off the back of my chair and raced toward the glowing kindness of the exit sign, darkness snapping at my heels the entire time.
I reached my car unscathed and a little shaken. I quickly hopped in my car, locked the doors and let out a long sigh. I put the key in the ignition and brought the car to life. I sat there gripping the steering wheel, letting the humming of the car reverberate around the parking complex. I pulled my car out of the complex and onto the street outside.
Dead silence accompanied me and my car on the long ride home. The dead city watched over me as I traversed its network of abandoned buildings and empty streets, a scene that kept repeating at every block. (to be continued)
Saturday consisted of a large amount of movie streams, kitchen runs, and longing looks out the window. Like most of my Saturdays.
Monday came faster than I had anticipated, and with it came the looming burden of work.
I sat there staring at a convoluted chart of figures and statistics. I opened a new tab on my browser and started typing in the website of yet another boring and painfully ignorant news source. Half tamped to type in a game site, I went forward with my initial job. My job, which has no real reason, no real use. I study an article about global warming, give a slight amused blow of my nostrils and move on to the next politically biased article.
i periodically glanced at the clock wishing lunch would halt my frivolous march of political news and underresearched garbage. And yet i dragged on unphased by the goings on in the office around me. Webpages sprang from the screen, hyperlinks and RSS feed buttons danced around my head, the keyboard ran off with the mouse leaving me alone with the talkative tower under the desk. Its words were jumbled at first but soon started to move through the liquid that surrounded my body...
"Wake up"... "wake up"... "wake up!!"
I woke up with a start, the memories of my dream all but gone. I looked at the clock that inhabited my lonely cubicle. To my relief and mild disappointment the clock read 3:33. I had missed lunch, my one time in the day that I could interact with the others in the office. I stood up from my chair. The office, now empty, gave me a cold and lonely warning. Darkness crept into all corners of the office driving back what little light remained. Not a soul breathed, not a heart beat, for a split second I thought of every worst possible scenario. I caught my breath, the darkness seemed to lurch forward at my sign of weakness. I snatched my coat off the back of my chair and raced toward the glowing kindness of the exit sign, darkness snapping at my heels the entire time.
I reached my car unscathed and a little shaken. I quickly hopped in my car, locked the doors and let out a long sigh. I put the key in the ignition and brought the car to life. I sat there gripping the steering wheel, letting the humming of the car reverberate around the parking complex. I pulled my car out of the complex and onto the street outside.
Dead silence accompanied me and my car on the long ride home. The dead city watched over me as I traversed its network of abandoned buildings and empty streets, a scene that kept repeating at every block. (to be continued)