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Oct. 15th, 2004 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2It was as if it were my room in Jawndomay, only small like my dorm. I walked into the room, and if I could draw this all it would make more sense but, the bed was positioned so the foot had to be walked around to reach my desk. I hit my outer right thigh against the footboard...it was my dorm bed, so it was a birght yellow-stained wood, and very hard. I rubbed the place, waiting for the bruise to appear. As expected, it did, a strange purple glow through my jeans...light-blue denim.
My room was so cluttered. I stepped on clothes and paper and food wrappers. I went into the drawer by the computer and grabbed a Zone bar, as I did every morning. But was it morning? It felt like it was, but I wasn't just waking up. I'd been awake for days, maybe even weeks.
I looked up at my desk and the wall beside it, noticing the pictures of my older sister, Julene, had been put up to the left of the desk on a wall where the window used to be. Patchwork wall spackle, nasty yellow, made me nauseous so I looked away.
I sat at the computer, following ridiculous amounts of cords around the monitor, woven beside it and around the side of the desk. I finally found the CD player, and put in someone's new VNV Nation CD. Strangely, the music was hopeless.
I reached under the one sill of my desk and pulled out a strange package made of a grayish quilt. I unfolded the quilt happily to find two small children. One was an infant, the other, a toddler whose nose was incredibly runny. They were both laying in the package, just waking up. The younger child's eyes wandered about - it was so young, completely unable to focus on anything yet. I smiled at it, touching it's face gently with my right forefinger and tracing it's tubby baby-cheeks to its chin. Meanwhile, the toddler fumbled and wriggled out of the quilt, climbing onto he desk and trashing more things. Her nose was leaking a gross green mucous, and as she went to do the typical swiping of her arm to to her face, I told her, "Uh-uh! That's not a good plan at all, my dear young one!"
I motioned for the child to come stand on my lap, and as she did, I somehow managed to reach over and find a box of tissue paper - a fancy Kleenex box - from under the sill of the desk where the children had been sleeping.
I went to wipe the child's nose for her, but then remembered that I had a Zone bar, and I was hungry. It was as if time kinda stopped for the children a moment, and I unwrapped the bar half-way to eat it. Then, once again I remembered the children, and the little girl's nose. Instea of wiping her nose for her, I blotted it, and told her how to do it. I didn't want to get sick, and I was eating so cross-contamination was a high possibility.
After she was done wiping her nose, I went to reach behind me for the metal trash can, the very same one I've had for literally fifteen years; It's a strange gold color with paisley-type designs all over it. But as I reached, I noticed something strange, so I swiveled around in the chair a bit to see what the problem was.
The trash can had been rolled up into itself, smashed flat and rolled inward from both sides. I wanted the little girl to do this for herself, to throw away her own tissue, and needed to teach her this skill. I also had an empty wrapper in my hand then, although I couldn't remember eating anything.
The baby began to cry. I looked at it, and traced its face again, telling it everythng was OK. I then realized the baby was a boy, and not mine. In fact, both children were my professor's, Dr. Feener's kids. But they were dirty, somehow neglected. I didn't understand why they were in my room. I looked up at Julene's pictures on the wall, and their edges began to smolder and coil inward, much like the trash can. Her smile was so large, almosy sneering. The baby cried harder, and our balance began to wobble in the chair as the toddler stood on my legs and began bouncing. The hopeless VNV Nation song got louder, more aggressive and distorted...I wondered where my little sister Debra was, and woke up.
My room was so cluttered. I stepped on clothes and paper and food wrappers. I went into the drawer by the computer and grabbed a Zone bar, as I did every morning. But was it morning? It felt like it was, but I wasn't just waking up. I'd been awake for days, maybe even weeks.
I looked up at my desk and the wall beside it, noticing the pictures of my older sister, Julene, had been put up to the left of the desk on a wall where the window used to be. Patchwork wall spackle, nasty yellow, made me nauseous so I looked away.
I sat at the computer, following ridiculous amounts of cords around the monitor, woven beside it and around the side of the desk. I finally found the CD player, and put in someone's new VNV Nation CD. Strangely, the music was hopeless.
I reached under the one sill of my desk and pulled out a strange package made of a grayish quilt. I unfolded the quilt happily to find two small children. One was an infant, the other, a toddler whose nose was incredibly runny. They were both laying in the package, just waking up. The younger child's eyes wandered about - it was so young, completely unable to focus on anything yet. I smiled at it, touching it's face gently with my right forefinger and tracing it's tubby baby-cheeks to its chin. Meanwhile, the toddler fumbled and wriggled out of the quilt, climbing onto he desk and trashing more things. Her nose was leaking a gross green mucous, and as she went to do the typical swiping of her arm to to her face, I told her, "Uh-uh! That's not a good plan at all, my dear young one!"
I motioned for the child to come stand on my lap, and as she did, I somehow managed to reach over and find a box of tissue paper - a fancy Kleenex box - from under the sill of the desk where the children had been sleeping.
I went to wipe the child's nose for her, but then remembered that I had a Zone bar, and I was hungry. It was as if time kinda stopped for the children a moment, and I unwrapped the bar half-way to eat it. Then, once again I remembered the children, and the little girl's nose. Instea of wiping her nose for her, I blotted it, and told her how to do it. I didn't want to get sick, and I was eating so cross-contamination was a high possibility.
After she was done wiping her nose, I went to reach behind me for the metal trash can, the very same one I've had for literally fifteen years; It's a strange gold color with paisley-type designs all over it. But as I reached, I noticed something strange, so I swiveled around in the chair a bit to see what the problem was.
The trash can had been rolled up into itself, smashed flat and rolled inward from both sides. I wanted the little girl to do this for herself, to throw away her own tissue, and needed to teach her this skill. I also had an empty wrapper in my hand then, although I couldn't remember eating anything.
The baby began to cry. I looked at it, and traced its face again, telling it everythng was OK. I then realized the baby was a boy, and not mine. In fact, both children were my professor's, Dr. Feener's kids. But they were dirty, somehow neglected. I didn't understand why they were in my room. I looked up at Julene's pictures on the wall, and their edges began to smolder and coil inward, much like the trash can. Her smile was so large, almosy sneering. The baby cried harder, and our balance began to wobble in the chair as the toddler stood on my legs and began bouncing. The hopeless VNV Nation song got louder, more aggressive and distorted...I wondered where my little sister Debra was, and woke up.
