Saturday, January 9, 2010
Flash Story - Alarm Clock
Good morning. My name is Phillip and I woke up. Not the kind of waking up one has after having 7 to 8 hours of a good night's rest. No, the kind of waking up I am talking about is the waking up of the mind, of finally understanding just what in the hell is going on around me. Too often, I saw people who walked around with blinders on their heads, keeping them focused on their menial task at hand and yet ignoring the rest of the world; if the world did not care about them, then why should they? Thankfully, I am no longer one of those. I used to be like you: had a cubicle job, lived in a decent apartment, and paid my bills on time. I had no purpose, no added seasonings to my world. I just was. Suddenly on a day, you don't need to know which one, I sat by my window in my living room, enjoying a hot cup of Earl Grey tea while reading a book. I can't even remember the title or the author now. In any case, while I read and sipped from my mug, something in my brain clicked on. I began to taste every ingredient of my tea: the bergamot, the tea leaves, even the dirt that the leaves grew from. I could see women dressed in bright clothing, hunched over in a verdant valley, carefully picking the leaves that would eventually become my tea. I could feel every letter, every word in my book. I took a sniff of the book before I realized what I was doing and unexpectedly, I could smell the ink, the parchment, and the sweat on the brow of the machine operator who created this book. I could even see the author herself, sitting alone at her desk that overlooked a park covered in snow and her feelings of loss, anger, frustration and still hope while she typed out the words that would become the novel. Freaking out slightly but still remaining calm, I closed the book and began to truly look at the world around me and it was then that I knew I finally woke up. Suddenly, my connection to this mundane world had been disconnected and re-routed to another but similar world, one filled with emotions, sensations, things seen and unseen, and I was to be a part of said world. My eyes began to burn because I used them for the first time. I was drunk with sensations, wanting to see and feel and love all over again, only this time I would do it right. Since then I have not looked back and I am glad for it. To be awake made me realize that I had been living a lie my entire life but that there was hope for me. I know I am not the only one out there and perhaps I shall meet some of my ilk but for now, I am awake. Thank you and good morning.