I was sick and tired of walking down the same lane, again and again and again. For every time I hoped I would meet someone, it was quite the negative. However, one day as I strolled past the lane, I noticed for the very first time, a house on the distant right corner.
As I walked towards it, my ears could already sense romance in the air, with melodic, quixotic music playing. The lights dimmed, amour in the air, and the weather, exotically blended with the mood.
It was as though I was a poltergeist, walking through the porous walls. The mood began to set in. The mood was a prelude to the eventual climax. The man and his mistress, exhibits of passion like no other. Lust took over. Foreplay was never needed. And after salivation and satisfaction, both lay exhausted ,done in. I squatted to take a closer look at this man, although I could only view his silhouette, owing to my blinded vision and the dimmed lights.
As I walked on, into the next room, turned on by the episode that I witnessed, I saw a woman sleeping, with all the elegance and grace one could wish for. This time it was clear as crystal. I felt déjà vu conquer my emotions. I never was this way. I wondered how I’d ever known this woman.
I went on my way, musing over what my relationship might be with the stunning beauty. As I kept wondering, and as I figured I had my remedy, I met an old man telling me the end was near.
Sooner than the grey beard’s prediction , incessant wraithlike creatures would swarm past me; even a nudge of theirs was like a graveyard siren inviting me to Hell’s gate. The ambler warnings would never end, I presupposed, and soon zombies walked into me, and momentarily I experienced and lived through hell, only momentarily.
All of a sudden, a swallowing gust of wind, surging upwards into a whirlwind, engulfed me, and devoured me forever. Now I knew death had come. Now I knew what death felt like.
I woke up beside the pretty woman I had loved so much. I broke all ties and infidelity, and pledged every morning to breathe the morning air beside her.
As she woke up, and I saw her face, I always knew it would be you. Thanks for the bad dream.