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    Lair

    By Billy Oxkidd

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    Now long absent from societal structural membership, no choice but continuing on wards in hope of finding some path back into societal psychological redemption where hope now lay. Late morning of endless similar mornings, awakening upon my lair’s floor, doggedly repeating cycles replaying, some nebulous dream. Such dream, some four lanes divided highway within skyline sight of layer, suddenly looking up, some surreal vision, some mirage, some dream unfolding before my drowsy self, perhaps and perhaps not, seeing a road sign moving away from me, such reality this morning highly unlikely. Minutes progressing, haunting dream doggedly still present, endlessly replaying, in response I proceed to my vehicle, in examining my vehicles front chrome bumper, indeed such dream, no dream at all, present on my vehicles bumper a wiped clean of road film four inch wide strip, such dream now clarifying.

    Now evident, such evening previous, falling asleep, high speed driving on a four lane divided highway, releasing the accelerator, speed coasting down, awakening just in time, seeing something, perhaps a post moving away from my vehicle after gently bumping onto some triangle shaped median between merging lanes on this highway. Now realizing, my vehicle wandering from its available two high-speed lanes, mounting this slopping curbed triangle shaped median, speed now drifted down to about fifteen miles per hour, such bumping awakening me just in time, now partially awake, again regaining highway speed, continuing back to my lair, my pale surrogate of domicile.
    Such past evenings insatiably pursuit of emotional comradely, past evening’s hour now late; the past day long, now tired and exhausted, scraping ice from my cars windows, preparing proceeding to my distant layer. This night is cold; the moon is bright, entering the highway to my distant layer. Miles rolling on, time passing, sleep now beckoning, how far yet to go, this night’s journey taking forever, sleep now impatiently demanding its audience, ignoring all, I travel with dispatch, my Spartan, but adequate layer awaiting my arrival. Fatigue now building, sleep, demanding to be heeded, my eyes practice closing, flirting with sleep’s daring’s, I dig my fingers into my legs causing as much discomfort as possible, trying to distract sleeps incessant requesting to be heeded. Now very early the next day, but still very dark, I must reach my layer before facing the sun’s impending appearance, low on the eastern horizon, spelling murder in my present condition.
    Alcohols load now wearing down, I continue digging into my legs, but pain is losing this battle of wills with sleep; sleep slowly gaining an upper hand over pain. This place, this spot on this dark moon lit highway, passing a farm house, visible from my car, lit by the moon light, clear as day, covered by a blanket of snow, its windows all in darkness and smoke rising from its chimney as if dancing with the moon, the moon neatly hung just above its roof.
    My thoughts wondering, “I wonder if someone is tucked snugly in their bed”, “can they hear the whining of my car engine”, “did my car engine disturb their warm slumbering”, “did it cause them to roll over, again falling into a still deeper sleep, while my drama unfolding in my place in time on this anonymous highway, playing itself out, just meters in front of the cozy farmhouse comfort this night.” “ Just to trade places for an hour, only an hour.” “The situation is becoming critical”. “I cannot allow sleep to win this struggle.” “If I do not soon arrive, the danger is becoming to great, I will have no choice but to pull over for an hour or two, a very cold hour or two.” “A glow in the distant sky, perhaps indeed I can make it”, soon after skyline shapes appearing visible, the sky starting to lighten, the darkness fading, the sun not yet upon the horizon, yes, this time I have made it, such, one way or another, some combination amalgams of endless past similar nights.”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBilly Oxkidd
    Release dateJan 19, 2017
    ISBN9781370196456
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