Siandien sestadienis ir patalpinsiu sesis kartus ilgesniam laikui istrauka :D After the moon fiasco, I tried to think of a good explanation to my situation, which I did by sitting at the edge of a cliff just outside the settlement. The only reasonable explanation that came to my mind was that currently I am in a coma. Yes, I must be in a coma after the hit Ive suffered from the thief and everything that is happening afterwards is only one endless insane dream. A dream where I feel hungry, sad, lost and now sleepy, but a dream nevertheless. This world must be a product of my subconsciousness and if am right, which I do not doubt, all that is here belongs to me... While I was thinking of all the great and pleasant things I could do in this world of mine without the restraints of morality, humanity and laws of physics for that matter, a familiar face approached me and decided to strike up a conversation with me. Who can blame her? Not everyday one gets to meet his creator and there she was staring at me. Probably because there is no moon here to reflect sunlight on my spectacular, beautiful and I dare to say surreal face. Hi. A voice came from nowhere and I reflexively jumped in the air and screamed: Ghosts are not real. Needless to say I didnt actually saw her come up to me and I only assume that she was staring before scaring me enough to scream like a girl, furthermore to be scared by a young girl even if she has a pleasant voice and a nice figure, which I mistaken for one of a ghost, would be pretty embarrasing in a real life. Once again, while I was focusing on my-magnificient-self she decided to act: Why? Realizing how foolish I must have looked in front of her I decided to fix the situation using my absolute words: You saw and heard nothing, were my exact words and her answer baffled me. When? she said it with a confused expression so I just assumed she forgotten what happened few seconds ago because of my godly influence. Now looking back I wish I hadnt made that assumption, not that it was a critical mistake, it was mistake nevertheless. So without any concern for what happened in the beginning of this conversation, I greeted her: Hi. She followed up with a casual answer that only strengthened my assumption: Hi?... So whatcha doing ? she finally got to the point. Exactly right now I am realizing that even the starry night sky is unable to rival your beauty, I started the operation ROMANCE and I expected an easy triumph, but she seemed to be defending well with her response: Isnt everything in nature equally beautiful? The answer shocked me, she didnt say that my pick-up line was nice or original, she didn’t say I was nice, didn’t say I was probably right. It was almost if I wasnt the main character in this comatose dream. At that moment I remembered that will has no control over subconsciousness and that meant nothing but trouble for me. What I am saying is it’s hard to remember any dream, where I had even any remote success, but I guess I cannot escape this predicament no matter what... Did I say something wrong? she said after few silent minutes in result stopping me from going anywhere else with that horrible thesis. No, Im just lost in my thoughts, not to say that I am not lost in this world. sincerity rung in my words and how I just hate when it happens. Do you think you do not belong here? she asked me. I do not belong here, but I am sure soon things will change. I assured myself. The moon thing must be beautiful... while staring at the sky she muttered. Dont fret over the things you cannot change I said, but I doubt that she understood that those words were actually directed at myself. After a moment of silence she said: Its wrong she showed some anger and then she continued: People must not think and speak like that, its wrong to give up just because you fear something. I think thats what she said, because at that time I was occupied with programming my subconsciousness. Why are you staring so intensively at me? she realized where I was looking and I was in trouble, but I was actually too focused on my primary objective, which was trying too see through the clothes. In retrospection that was mistake number two. She slapped me on the cheek and told me to go to sleep. I didnt want to go and said: Maybe we could talk a bit more? She answered with a softened expression on her face: The last few minutes youve been sleeping, not talking, so go to sleep in your shack. Not waiting for another slap, I quietly walked off to my shack that was pretty far from this settlement down the road at the foot of the mountain. In the distance I still saw her sitting, I wonder for how long she stayed alone and why she seemed so alone.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 08:34:48 +0000
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