Serial Part Two
October 14th 2008 13:35
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Tuesday, Day 2
I had a bad night last night. Friday is closer. It is like the minutes are being shaved off my life and I can feel the rough scrapes as I get closer to Friday.
I tried to sleep but every time I closed my eyes all I could hear was the giggling and then just when I was able to block it out, I was almost able to get some sleep, right on the edge of my thoughts I heard a single word whispered. Friday .
That was all I needed. I rushed out of bed and paced about the lounge trying to keep my thoughts from racing. It was only three days away, I had to find some way to stop it, to avoid the day.
But I can’t stop time, no matter how much I want to I can’t stop time.
I got back to bed at about four and collapsed into a deep sleep.
The radio woke me up with the Easybeats singing “Friday on my mind”. I threw it across the room and watched through bleary eyes as it shattered.
I had to shake my head as giggling danced on the edge of my hearing.
I tried to ignore the impending dread and take comfort in routine.
I was ok till I started shaving. The first few strokes were fine but then as I started to shave my cheek my hand jerked away. A large cut began to blossom where the blade had been.
I grabbed a bandage looking down at my hand. Shaking my head as I covered the wound.
It felt like someone knocked my hand.
No I won’t think such things, it is just my imagination and paranoia.
I never made it to work. The car would not start. I slammed my hand in the door when I walked back into the house.
After I stopped cradling my hand in pain, I called in sick.
I don’t need to deal with bad jokes today.
As I paced around the house I was confronted with Friday time and again.
Books would fall open to a page that showed the word. The only paper in the house was last Friday’s. I could not escape. I tried. Ads on TV for Friday, the midday movie was Freaky Friday.
I won’t let it beat me. I wont sleep as long as I stay awake I can slow my progress toward that damn day. Use the time to find a way to beat Friday.
STOP LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, Day 2
I had a bad night last night. Friday is closer. It is like the minutes are being shaved off my life and I can feel the rough scrapes as I get closer to Friday.
I tried to sleep but every time I closed my eyes all I could hear was the giggling and then just when I was able to block it out, I was almost able to get some sleep, right on the edge of my thoughts I heard a single word whispered. Friday .
That was all I needed. I rushed out of bed and paced about the lounge trying to keep my thoughts from racing. It was only three days away, I had to find some way to stop it, to avoid the day.
But I can’t stop time, no matter how much I want to I can’t stop time.
I got back to bed at about four and collapsed into a deep sleep.
The radio woke me up with the Easybeats singing “Friday on my mind”. I threw it across the room and watched through bleary eyes as it shattered.
I had to shake my head as giggling danced on the edge of my hearing.
I tried to ignore the impending dread and take comfort in routine.
I was ok till I started shaving. The first few strokes were fine but then as I started to shave my cheek my hand jerked away. A large cut began to blossom where the blade had been.
I grabbed a bandage looking down at my hand. Shaking my head as I covered the wound.
It felt like someone knocked my hand.
No I won’t think such things, it is just my imagination and paranoia.
I never made it to work. The car would not start. I slammed my hand in the door when I walked back into the house.
After I stopped cradling my hand in pain, I called in sick.
I don’t need to deal with bad jokes today.
As I paced around the house I was confronted with Friday time and again.
Books would fall open to a page that showed the word. The only paper in the house was last Friday’s. I could not escape. I tried. Ads on TV for Friday, the midday movie was Freaky Friday.
I won’t let it beat me. I wont sleep as long as I stay awake I can slow my progress toward that damn day. Use the time to find a way to beat Friday.
STOP LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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