The Man With the Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pax may be dreaming or actually dying

Submitted: July 16, 2014

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The man with the dreams

By Alexis Stroman

 

 

…The alarm goes OFF to the sound of George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord”. Back on my feet before the light of the world turns on; waking up to another dark, cold oppressed environment, just another morning in a shitty studio about the size of a McDonald’s restroom. Lighting what is left of an unfinished Camel found to my left with matches that slept tight in my clutched right hand; all that is visible is an orange orb to guide my way. Why does my head ache so horribly? Even in the dark I can sense I was approaching what seemed to be a narrow edge…lack of sleep or plain stupidity, now I have fallen to what seems a never-ending destination; why has it been what I estimate to be about 5 minutes and I have yet to touch my fall? God damn it! I would have preferred to go OUT before this Cigg…and so there it is, in my left hand a brand new unopened pack of Newport’s which I favored. Another 10 minutes go by and I have already gone through half this pack, I’d give my wishful thinking another try for a bottle of Jack Daniels but id prefer me some SUGAR. Oh, she’s as sweet as they come…and now here she appears. With her Mansfield curves and pretty little smile, she was more than enough sugar for me. “Hey There PAX, Mind if I catch this fall with you?”
…Ah Shit! Are my last words.
…Alarm goes OFF to the sound of The Rolling Stones “Miss You”.


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