Hey everyone, I would like to present another story of mine. This story is inspired by true events (the realistic part happened to me earlier this week). Enjoy.
Whirlind
I lay awake in my bed, tossing and turning. My mind was alive with thoughts, thoughts I did not want.
Sure, the thoughts in my head would have made a great story, but they were far too chaotic and confused to be put together.
As I lay there, tossing and turning, I struggled to navigate the sea. The current was too strong. I could not make it through.
The thoughts were turning too fast in my head, it kept me awake. Not only that, those thoughts were constantly being thrown against my skull. I could feel it.
Oh, this needs to stop now. If the storm does not subside soon, I will not sleep tonight.
In my mind, I pulled the boat ashore. Stepping out, I exited my head.
I soon took the reigns, gaining control over the other parts of my body.
As I had run over three miles earlier, my legs were naturally worn. It was no surprise I had difficulty controlling them. Funny, they hadn’t started to ache until the storm brewed in my head. Are they related?
I shook off the thought, throwing it off into the nothingness before me. The calm thought dissipated into the air like smoke. I wish I could have done that with the stormy ones in my mind. I’m afraid it just wasn’t that easy.
I managed to glance over at a nearby clock, 4:00 A.M.
Lifting myself up, My eyes adjusted further to the darkness.
Sighing deeply, I figured the situation had become more urgent. With the time I thought it was, I knew I only had two hours to make it to the quiet place in the center of the sea.
I opened the door to my bedroom. I trudged down the hallway, and soon slumped into the kitchen.
I needed something to quell the storm. A painkiller might do the trick.
I popped open the fridge, hopeful I could find something. I needed something to wash down the pill with.
With dismay, I closed the fridge. There wasn’t anything in there for me.
I looked to my left, and there sat a water container. I guess that will have to do. I thought.
I reached into the cabinet above me, grabbing the small container of painkillers. I then went over and filled a nearby glass with the water.
In one swift gulp, I had downed both the water and the two pills I had taken.
This should take care of my headache, I thought, and maybe my legs too.
After setting the glass down where it was before, I put the medicine back into the cabinet.
I slowly made my way back to my room, not making any sound as I went. I was too out of it to make noise, that was for sure.
I slowly closed the door to my bedroom behind me. If it made a sound, I didn’t hear it, because I didn’t care enough at that point.
I plopped myself down on the bed once more. The pain was driving me toward violence, as was with my entrance underneath the sheets. I bounced around on the mattress a few times, trying to get comfortable, before I actually settled down.
I closed my eyes, and went back toward the boat in my mind. It was time to attempt another crossing.
As I looked out at the storm before me, I was distraught. It showed no sign of subsiding, and the clock was ticking.
After looking at it for a few seconds – during which my body shifted in response to the pain – I broke.
I screamed toward the heavens, thought I made no sound. After all, I was inside my head; no scream was actually exuded from my mouth.
“Why? Stop this!” I yelled. But the storm did not cease in the slightest.
And so, all I could do was wait. That was all I could do, after all the pain killers did have to do their job. I just wished they could work faster, for I was on a tight schedule.
When the storm calmed down just enough, I got into my boat once again. The journey to the center of my mind could now be made.
Paddling slowly, I made very careful not to be tipped over. While the winds had died down, and the currents weren’t in a frenzy, things were still dangerous. At least my physical body had stopped moving.
It was a good seven minutes before I was able to reach my destination. And it was by my very presence there that something happened.
Everything went dark. It was what I had been hoping for the whole time. Even thought the storm was still in partial effect around me, I wasn’t worried. Like the eye of a hurricane, the center of this storm was calm and peaceful.
I docked on the small island in the middle, having completed my journey. Now I could attend to what I was supposed to be doing.
It was time for my body’s daily repair. Sleep at last. I thought, and then I went to work.
