....A dream I dreamt
I saw myself for the first time last night in the mirror. I see myself a lot under different circumstances, and I ignore my reflection.
But last night I saw it, the pores on my skin were open, my eyes were world-weary, and the lines cut a deep swath across my face. I'd put on an unhealthy amount of weight, which gave me jowls and made my chin line disappear. I had a table for a tummy, and my ankles swelled up all the time.I'm dying.
I'm sure that when I go to see my doctor, he'll tell me that it's a cancer of some kind and that we caught it too late. I guess I don't get to the end of the race; I'm going out in the middle when the finish is anyone's guess. "It's not entirely your fault," my reflection suddenly said to me. I was so startled and not prepared that I screamed and fell on my ass. "What the fuck!!???
"It's partly you but mostly me," my reflection placed his hand on his chest.
"What the....how are you..?" I stumbled severely for the words.
"Well, it's because you're around me so much that it's starting to influence your appearance," he shrugged.
"I don't understand," I mumbled.
"I'm Death," he smiled.
I awoke right at that moment and found that I had fallen asleep here. I have to use the bathroom before I start this story; on the way, I stop dead in my tracks. My reflection from the dream is standing in my bedroom mirror. It waves hello at me first; then, it waves at me to join it. I feel horrible all of sudden like I was dying.
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