Post by Hendricks on Feb 11, 2011 0:19:24 GMT -4
American Skitzo[/u]
Forgotten Identity
I woke up to the sight of two pitbulls at the foot of my bed. “What the fuck?!” I say out loud. Where was I? Who was this woman lying in bed with me? These were questions I had been asking myself for the past two and a half weeks. It was like waking up in a dream world, but you didn’t know you were still dreaming. I’d gone two weeks with this woman treating me like royalty. She had to be a gold digger of some kind, because she definitely was not Matilda.
I drug myself out of bed and scamper to the bathroom sink to splash water on my face. I’d gone this routine for fourteen days now, and it wasn’t changing. I exit the bathroom and the dogs followed. They race one another to the sliding glass door where I suppose I let them out each day. The door slides open and this time I was following the dogs out the day. Dew glistens in the morning light like diamonds in platinum chains.
A cold wetness rolled over my feet with every step. My backyard was still the same, complete with basketball court, hot tub, swimming pool, football field, and my favorite, the personal gym. I step onto the concrete slab used as a workout floor. I grab a dumbell and take a seat on the leather bench. “One.., Two...” I count. Early morning biceps curls always did the trick.
The gate opened and the El Salvadoran landscapers entered with weed wacker and gardening tools in hand. “Hola, Senor Hendricks.” They say in unison. I give them a simple wave and go back to my work out.
Before long(1 Hour to be exact) my arms are too tied to move and that ends the workout session. I enter the kitchen and I’m greeted with a hug and a kiss from an outstanding blonde female. “Morning sweetie!” She smiles and begins searching the fridge. She removes a carton of eggs, bacon, ad grated cheese. She places these items on the counter and whispers something in the Chef’s ear before returning.
She grabs my hand and leans closer, “I’m not wearing anything under this robe.” She whispers in my ear. She takes my hand and I follow her upstairs to the bedroom. We didn’t even make it to the bed before we were sucking face. Slowly, we approach the bed, apparently madly in love. I couldnt’ remember who she was, but her body was astonishing.
She leans back on the bed and unties her robe. I had beef just urging to enter this taco shell. I might have succeeded if I could just keep my mouth shut. “Who are you?” I asked with certain confusion.
She scuffs. “Again?!” She covers herself and leaves the bed. “I’m sorry I really am.” I say to her, but my words have no effect. She ignores me and continues toward the bathroom. She turns on the shower and shuts the bathroom door. I sat at the edge of the bed lost in translation. Had I woken up the same man in a different life, or had I woken up a different man in the same life?
FADE TO BLACK.[/b]
Forgotten Identity
I woke up to the sight of two pitbulls at the foot of my bed. “What the fuck?!” I say out loud. Where was I? Who was this woman lying in bed with me? These were questions I had been asking myself for the past two and a half weeks. It was like waking up in a dream world, but you didn’t know you were still dreaming. I’d gone two weeks with this woman treating me like royalty. She had to be a gold digger of some kind, because she definitely was not Matilda.
I drug myself out of bed and scamper to the bathroom sink to splash water on my face. I’d gone this routine for fourteen days now, and it wasn’t changing. I exit the bathroom and the dogs followed. They race one another to the sliding glass door where I suppose I let them out each day. The door slides open and this time I was following the dogs out the day. Dew glistens in the morning light like diamonds in platinum chains.
A cold wetness rolled over my feet with every step. My backyard was still the same, complete with basketball court, hot tub, swimming pool, football field, and my favorite, the personal gym. I step onto the concrete slab used as a workout floor. I grab a dumbell and take a seat on the leather bench. “One.., Two...” I count. Early morning biceps curls always did the trick.
The gate opened and the El Salvadoran landscapers entered with weed wacker and gardening tools in hand. “Hola, Senor Hendricks.” They say in unison. I give them a simple wave and go back to my work out.
Before long(1 Hour to be exact) my arms are too tied to move and that ends the workout session. I enter the kitchen and I’m greeted with a hug and a kiss from an outstanding blonde female. “Morning sweetie!” She smiles and begins searching the fridge. She removes a carton of eggs, bacon, ad grated cheese. She places these items on the counter and whispers something in the Chef’s ear before returning.
She grabs my hand and leans closer, “I’m not wearing anything under this robe.” She whispers in my ear. She takes my hand and I follow her upstairs to the bedroom. We didn’t even make it to the bed before we were sucking face. Slowly, we approach the bed, apparently madly in love. I couldnt’ remember who she was, but her body was astonishing.
She leans back on the bed and unties her robe. I had beef just urging to enter this taco shell. I might have succeeded if I could just keep my mouth shut. “Who are you?” I asked with certain confusion.
She scuffs. “Again?!” She covers herself and leaves the bed. “I’m sorry I really am.” I say to her, but my words have no effect. She ignores me and continues toward the bathroom. She turns on the shower and shuts the bathroom door. I sat at the edge of the bed lost in translation. Had I woken up the same man in a different life, or had I woken up a different man in the same life?
FADE TO BLACK.[/b]
