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Submitted:May 25, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Stationary
My eyes are sitting under two ton weights that only sleep can move. They are on fire, and the rest of my body feels like it is humming. The TV keeps telling me to buy things I do not need in ways that are not persuasive, but all I can think about is the great deal I can get if I just buy now. I see light based particulate matter fizz and pop by in the darkness. There is a ringing in my ears, it is worse in the right one because I cannot hear as well out of it. Someone's dog is barking in the alley outside of my window. Someone should do something about it. My head is throbbing and my mouth is at the point of dehydration that it is sticking in places it should not and my teeth feel like they are covered in a film from the sugar left there by the lemonade I finished a while back. I cannot remember how long it was.
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.
The dog continues barking, so I grate my teeth to deal with it because it is one of the most irritating sounds I know. It makes that kind of squeaking sound that would almost be comical if it was not so unpleasant. Sometimes my head itches purely out of dryness. I need water, or more lemonade, but where am I going to get more lemonade? How long ago was it that I had it? I cannot remember.
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.
Sometimes I hear someone outside. They have not found me yet. They assume this place is abandoned. They assume no one is here because it has been the same since I got here, and it was the same before that. Sometimes I want to leave, but the consequences are unthinkable. The drones outside searching, always seeking me out. Hellish things.
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.
My breathing is too heavy. My lungs burn almost as bad as my eyes now. Hot, stale breath pours out of my mouth in clouds of dust. It chaps my lips, and they split in so many places. As the skin becomes more cracked and scaly, like a reptile, I blend in. I take on this new chameleon persona. An insect climbs up the stem of a house plant, my eyes follow it, not knowing when my next meal will be. I remain motionless. I view it, digest its visage. I take in its luscious form and it tests my will like nothing else before it. The bug is all I need, and all I want. It is my reason.
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.
Infomercials still fade in and out. Men hocking knives, cleaners, and cleansers do their worst to coax me out of hiding. They aid the wolves tracking me down. They are but another test of my will. I yearn for contact with another living, breathing human being, but alas, it would compromise my situation.
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.
I do not move. I stay still. I listen to the TV. I am a statue, a monument to the iron will of men. I will not be tempted by dehydration, starvation, or even death. No hurdle will be too high, no fire too hot, no wind too cold. I will reign supreme. I will win hide and go seek!
Do not move.
Stay still.
Listen to the TV.




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