There's still tomorrow

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Two confused people in a boat. ^.^

Submitted: February 15, 2008

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There's still tomorrow


We rowed out past the sands of time and bordered insanity only to find insanity was a stowaway in our luggage.
“Let’s get off already Jordan”
“I don’t think we can”
I touched the midnight lake and recoiled with horror.
“As viscous as lobster bisque” I muttered to myself. “Hey Kate, where do you think we are?”
“I don’t know, it looks rather peaceful though, don’t you think?”
She was right, the atmosphere was serene and yet… depressing. As if one could spend an eternity here and be complacent and content, but never truly enjoy it.
“The only problem is this water, it’s much too thick and murky”
“Yeah, and this boat’s a little rickety” I replied
“I don’t see any land either, it‘s extremely foggy” Kate said, as if she was just now noticing the fog phenomena.
Serene, well that’s one way of putting it, the soupy water lapped up against the side of our boat. I hung my body limply over the edge and watched the water slowly adhering to the sides. It felt like I was in the position for hours before Kate spoke up again.
“Is that all your going to do? We need to find some land or something. And…” her voice drifted off as if the words were still getting organized before their departure. After a minute or two Kate finally verbalized her thoughts. “And… when did we get in this boat?”
What a strange question I thought.
“We’ve been in this boat a long time Kate, we’ve been rowing around for God knows how long, I don’t even recall when we got in it.”
Kate tilted her head and gave me a bewildered look, “You don’t remember when we got in the boat?” she asked
‘Another obscure question’ I thought to myself
She pressed on despite my lack of interest in her enigmatic questions. “Jordan, what were we doing before we got in this boat?”
“How the hell should I know!” I yelled. The tone of my voice seemed unreasonably violent, as if someone had hijacked my mind for a few seconds and my outburst was their handiwork.
“You don’t need to yell”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, my head is just pounding though”
Kate suddenly sat upright and looked around, her eyes flashing like a dumbstruck animal in headlights.
“Jordan, do you think we’re dreaming?”
“Dreaming? No, this seems much too real to be a dream” I smiled and pinched myself “see, we’re not dreaming, I would have woken up from that right?” she didn’t seem very convinced. I thought for a second before I spoke again, “Well, I suppose this could be a lucid dream, you know, the kind where you realize your in a dream?”
“Well if that was true, why can’t we wake ourselves up?”
She had a point, and besides, if this was a lucid dream, it wasn’t a very good one.
“Jordan, we need to find land or another boat or something, any sign of civilization would be fine right about now.” her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. She sounded anxious and a slight tinge of fear escaped her mouth.
“Calm down, we’ll start rowing in umm… that direction.” I pointed towards the northeast, or was that south? There was too much fog too tell.
I picked up the oars and started rowing. It was getting darker by the minute, and Kate’s fear had begun to seep it into my mind. I guess you could call that collective consciousness, if you buy into that malarkey. I started thinking about my children, ‘We’ve been out here for what seems like a whole day, shouldn’t they have called the coast guard or something?’ a long sigh released itself from confinement as I dropped my head and rowed on.
After what seemed like an eternity, I put down the oars and looked up at Kate. She had her thumbnail in her mouth which was a dead give away she was contemplating something important.
“What’s on your mind” I asked, with a dry sense of interest.
“It’s just… it’s just we’ve been rowing for hours and it seems like we’re getting nowhere and…” another long pause dismembered her sentence “And… weren’t we on a plane just a little while ago?”
Instead of dismissing this as another ambiguous question, I actually thought about it. Goosebumps shimmied where way down my arms as the question started to become more real.
“Yeah, we were weren’t we, we were on a plane to Virginia to see our kids right?” I asked inquisitively.
“That’s just it Jordan, how are we on this boat in the middle of nowhere, if we were just on a commercial jet liner?”
An ominous feeling washed over my entire body, something was out of place, something was completely amiss. At this point the fog seemed to have been replaced by darkness, I could hardly see ten feet in front of me. I could still see Kate though, sitting adjacent from me with her head in her hands. I could feel a cold sweat starting to form as Kate lifted her head and spoke.
“We were going down weren’t we, there was an engine malfunction and we were falling from the sky” she said it like a forensic pathologist reading off the cause of death.
I paused, the darkness seemed to be getting almost heavy, like it was taking on a physical mass.
“Yeah, but we made it out right? We survived didn’t we?” I said as I looked up and waited for Kate’s approval, but all that was left was a black slate, all I could hear was my own breathing.


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