Each Time is Different

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Some may understand the meaning to the end to this 800+ word story, some may not. --- Just thought I'd warn you, LOL.

Submitted: August 18, 2017

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Tom woke up in a cold sweat, his tee-shirt was ringing wet and water was running down his face. He sat up in bed and pulled one of his tee-shirt sleeves to his face and wiped his brow.

"Woo, what a dream!" Tom said to himself.

He sat there for a while staring off into space, then he got up and went into the bathroom to shower and shave.

Afterward, he dressed and headed for the kitchen.

As he passed the fishbowl he stopped and gave some food to Goldie, his one and only goldfish.

"I got to get a bigger bowl and some more fish," he jokingly said to Goldie, "then you'll have someone to play with. How does that sound, little fish?"

As Tom entered the kitchen he started the coffee maker and tossed a frozen breakfast sandwich into the microwave.

"Thank God for Jimmy Dean," Tom said with a chuckle.

While waiting for the sandwich and coffee Tom wolfed down a banana and a multi-vitamin.

Tom poured the coffee into his favorite cup and with the sandwich he went to the breakfast table.

Tom really liked this area of the house now that the skylight was in. It used to be so dark in the kitchen, but adding the skylight over the breakfast area provided just enough light to brighten up the whole room.

"I'm glad that I had this installed, it looks so much better in here now, much brighter," Tom told himself.

"But that guy that they sent to installed the skylight gave me the willies, he was downright creepy," Tom stated to himself. "I wonder where the contractor found him."

Tom took another bite of his sandwich, and just as he did he heard a huge boom from above him. The skylight tore away from above and the hole in the roof was like a vacuum cleaner hose, it was sucking everything, including Tom, up and out of the house.

Tom was sucked out and then dumped into a large pit of some kind. That is when he fell into some sort of shaft.

As Tom fell down this seemingly endless shaft, and while doing so all sorts of odd things started zipping through his mind. That is when Tom realized that he did not have a Goldfish!"

"This must all be a dream!" He told himself. Then he thought, "Oh shit, they say if you hit bottom, in a Falling Dream, you will die. I had better wake myself up, pronto!

So Tom pinched himself, really hard!

 

***

 

Tom woke up in a cold sweat, his Pajamas’ were wet, and water was running down his face.

Tom sat up in bed and wiped his face with the bed sheet.

"Damn, what a dream!" Tom said to himself.

Then he got up and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Afterward, he slipped on a bathrobe and headed for the kitchen.

As Tom passed the birdcage he took the night-cover off of it.

"Good morning Jeremiah. How is my buddy today?" he said to the bird as it fluffed its feathers.

Tom entered the kitchen and put the Tea-pot on the stove, then he tossed a frozen Eggo into the toaster.

While waiting for the waffle and the tea Tom wolfed down an apple.

Tom poured the tea into his favorite cup, and with the waffle properly prepared he went to the breakfast table.

Tom really liked this area of the house now that the skylight was in. It used to be so dark in the kitchen, but adding the skylight over the breakfast area provided just enough light to brighten the whole room.

"I'm glad that I had this skylight installed, it looks so much better in here now," Tom told himself.

"But those guys that installed the skylight were downright scary," Tom stated to himself. "I wonder where the company found them."

Tom took another bite of his waffle when he heard a huge noise from above him. The skylight tore away and the hole in the roof gave the impression that there was a tornado outside; it was sucking everything, including Tom, up and out of the room.

Tom was sucked out of the house and cast into a large pit of some kind, and then he started falling as if falling down a mineshaft.

As Tom fell, all sorts of odd things started zipping through his mind. That is when he realized that he never buys or eats Waffles.

"This must be a dream!" Tom said to himself.

That is when he thought, "If you are in a Falling Dream and you hit bottom, some say that you'll die. I had better wake myself up, and fast!

So Tom pinched himself. ...

 

***

This repetitive dream has been going on ever sense Tom had his kitchen remodeled.

Each time the dream is a little different, each time it has flaws. It is as if Tom's subconscious mind is trying to tell the story perfectly.

Either that, or Tom has entered --- The Skylight Zone.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

08-17-2017

(I just couldn't resist.)


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