I couldn’t sleep.
The images kept going through my head, over and over again, an eternally revolving circuit; a dog chasing its tail. The tinted light from the street seemed to blaze into my tiny room with the brilliance of a noon sun, but it wasn’t the light of illumination, it was the light of revelation. In this light you could see the truth; you could see where the things in the shadow lurked, the ones that fed on fear.
I tried to ignore the book, face down on my nightstand, as I swung my legs out over the edge of the bed. I needed something to knock me out, something to take the edge off the pain.
Knock me out? Profound words as I padded into the washroom and looked at my beaten face in the medicine cabinet mirror. My left eye was nearly …show more content…
All you had to do is press the little comic version of me and I would get a call. That’s how I met Ingrid. She had thought something had been following her in the bushes, stalking her, and she had pushed her little Major Tom. I also found out that we were taking the same mandatory British Literature course.
“I’m just having a good time,” I pleaded. “When I show up in my red tights and yellow mask, they laugh. Sometimes they’ve just broken up with their boyfriend and they’re pretty upset, other times they just need an escort home from the pub.”
“And you console them?” she asked looking at me suspiciously, “you in your fluffy outfit.”
I can read facial expressions pretty well, and I detected a tightening around her eyes. I knew what this was all about. She was jealous. As long as I live, I don’t think I’ll figure women out. I thought maybe the truth would work here. So, when I told her that I did console them, her response was a swirling tail wind and a slamming door. I never knew Saxons could be so jealous.
My swollen face was a testament to her prophesies that someone was going to try to kill me, well, beat me up anyways. I fingered the eye. “Well, you were
The images kept going through my head, over and over again, an eternally revolving circuit; a dog chasing its tail. The tinted light from the street seemed to blaze into my tiny room with the brilliance of a noon sun, but it wasn’t the light of illumination, it was the light of revelation. In this light you could see the truth; you could see where the things in the shadow lurked, the ones that fed on fear.
I tried to ignore the book, face down on my nightstand, as I swung my legs out over the edge of the bed. I needed something to knock me out, something to take the edge off the pain.
Knock me out? Profound words as I padded into the washroom and looked at my beaten face in the medicine cabinet mirror. My left eye was nearly …show more content…
All you had to do is press the little comic version of me and I would get a call. That’s how I met Ingrid. She had thought something had been following her in the bushes, stalking her, and she had pushed her little Major Tom. I also found out that we were taking the same mandatory British Literature course.
“I’m just having a good time,” I pleaded. “When I show up in my red tights and yellow mask, they laugh. Sometimes they’ve just broken up with their boyfriend and they’re pretty upset, other times they just need an escort home from the pub.”
“And you console them?” she asked looking at me suspiciously, “you in your fluffy outfit.”
I can read facial expressions pretty well, and I detected a tightening around her eyes. I knew what this was all about. She was jealous. As long as I live, I don’t think I’ll figure women out. I thought maybe the truth would work here. So, when I told her that I did console them, her response was a swirling tail wind and a slamming door. I never knew Saxons could be so jealous.
My swollen face was a testament to her prophesies that someone was going to try to kill me, well, beat me up anyways. I fingered the eye. “Well, you were