You're sleeping peacefully. The world is silent and still, but for the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. The rhythm is steady and deep. Suddenly, through the obscure shroud of Morpheus' domain something beckons to you. An ephemeral but insist siren. Nature.
She is too alluring; you have no choice, and you awaken in disgust. Your feet hit the cold floorboards, which creak slightly under your weight. Off you gently pad down the hall, ignoring the moonlight filtering in through the window to your side. You are oblivious to the world, half unaware, even, of the destination of your quest. Your legs travel a well-worn path autonomously.
Soon, you have reached your destination, and you consider the situation through your stupor. Turning on the lights will blind and further daze you. Failure to do so could make tomorrow's awakening a messy scene. Up flicks the switch, and soon you have sweet relief. Already dreaming of sugarplums, you begin the journey home.
Out, through the doorway you go, and your feet make contact with the hallway floors. Suddenly, you freeze! A noise, in the distance. Almost imperceptible, a squeak of a slumbering mouse, perhaps. You stand stock still in the darkness of the night. The moonlight glints eerily off the door handle, but to you the world remains nebulous and indistinct. You wish now that the light had remained off.
Slowly, you proceed once more, but this time you are fully aware. Your senses tingle, and a slight shudder runs down your spine. All the powers of your concentration go into creeping as carefully as you can back to your door. Intently, you listen, and lo, you are rewarded! Once again, you hear a noise! Softly, in the distance possibly, or maybe right behind you, you hear something.
You whirl, and there, not far off you see motion! Frantic, you scramble for the hall light, and flick it on, grim and tense. Suddenly, you are blind once more! Your heart trembles, and your vision clears quickly. Before you stands a vague silhouette - an intruder! You squint, and the figure sharpens.There before you stands your reflection. It is in the bathroom mirror now visible through the open door down the hall whence you came.
haha ugh, the very reason why I'll hold it until morning before wandering my dark scary hallways at night. Nice description - it really feels that dramatic when it's happening! Although I never flick on a light to see where the noise comes from- I run like hell into my room and slam the door behind me. I pull the covers over my head and don't come out until morning.
At the beginning, something told me you would be leading up to something like that.
There are some mornings that describe exactly how you put it; I can't figure out who the 56 year old man is in the mirror that looks like my father; it's me 20 years older and it scares the hell out of me.
yes i am relived to see me but then in a way "oh it's me...*lack of self esteem shows up" but more likely than not i'd rather see myself then have to fight someone off honestly.
@NikBv - No, I wanted to see an Asian girl. At least I would have had a reason to go back to bed.
WAIT! I wasn't supposed to read that you terrorist.
Lol, that was great.
And of course I'm always happy to see my luscious self.
Better me than whoever else my head would have me thinking it might have been. Have I ever blogged about the time I answered the door to the cop and had a knife ready to stab him? Nice story...If I haven't told you, I should one day. I am surprised I didn't end up with a gun in my face.
Very.
Aye.
LMAO! I really like this, I could totally imagine myself in the state you described from the sleepy stupor to totally aware. I especially like the end. ;)
Yes. what great writing. I was really glad it was me.
Oddly enough, I've actually had that happen to me. Not quite so dramatically, but it happened. And actually, I was a little shocked and disappointed to find myself looking back at me ... wouldn't it have been much more interesting if it had been otherwise?
Lol. that was great. :)
I try not to look in the mirror too often as I am rather narcissistic... Al Gore's blowing of hot air heats the world around him.
Hahah, lovely. I scare myself at night like that. Nothing to fear but fear itself I guess.
I am happier to see me than I would be to see a scary monster or a toddler with a dirty diaper. Overall however I think I would prefer to sleep through the night unmolested by nature or mirrors.
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BWAHAHAH!!!! This happened to you I presume?
haha ugh, the very reason why I'll hold it until morning before wandering my dark scary hallways at night. Nice description - it really feels that dramatic when it's happening! Although I never flick on a light to see where the noise comes from- I run like hell into my room and slam the door behind me. I pull the covers over my head and don't come out until morning.
At the beginning, something told me you would be leading up to something like that.
There are some mornings that describe exactly how you put it; I can't figure out who the 56 year old man is in the mirror that looks like my father; it's me 20 years older and it scares the hell out of me.
yes i am relived to see me but then in a way "oh it's me...*lack of self esteem shows up" but more likely than not i'd rather see myself then have to fight someone off honestly.
@EmblemSuru - And? Are you happy to see you?
@Undercover_Librarian - Hah, hasn't this happened to all of us, on some level or another?
My alarm goes off every morning at 4:40, though I somehow safely arrive to work by 6; I am not awake until 8am.
@NikBv - Yes, I am very happy to see me--thank-you for reminding me what the question was.
happy it's me, sure, but still wondering what axe murderer in which closet made the noises.
put me back to bed please
UGH! I hate to see me when I'm dazed...I look like a zombie. Fortunately, there are few reflective surfaces between me and the throne room.
This was long and had multiple paragraphs. Since I suspect you are not an Asian girl, I was unable to complete the task of reading it.
RYC---My best entry??? You mean blog...that would have to be pissing girls [as ER] which had all of the old xangaguard up in arms to ban ME As the [now defunct NYCJoyce] it'd have to be the intro to Jew Girl http://grumpyoldbookman.blogspot.com/2006/05/eminemsrevenge-jew-girl.html
your story sounds O Henry with a bit of Satre mixed in
<---xangafucked again...good thang there's the EDIT
@benjimau5 - For a reader like you I could be an Asian girl.
@EminemsRevenge - link is dead?
@NikBv - No, I wanted to see an Asian girl. At least I would have had a reason to go back to bed.
WAIT! I wasn't supposed to read that you terrorist.
Lol, that was great.
And of course I'm always happy to see my luscious self.
Better me than whoever else my head would have me thinking it might have been. Have I ever blogged about the time I answered the door to the cop and had a knife ready to stab him? Nice story...If I haven't told you, I should one day. I am surprised I didn't end up with a gun in my face.
Very.
Aye.
LMAO! I really like this, I could totally imagine myself in the state you described from the sleepy stupor to totally aware. I especially like the end. ;)
Yes. what great writing. I was really glad it was me.
Oddly enough, I've actually had that happen to me. Not quite so dramatically, but it happened. And actually, I was a little shocked and disappointed to find myself looking back at me ... wouldn't it have been much more interesting if it had been otherwise?
Lol. that was great. :)
I try not to look in the mirror too often as I am rather narcissistic...
Al Gore's blowing of hot air heats the world around him.
Hahah, lovely. I scare myself at night like that. Nothing to fear but fear itself I guess.
I am happier to see me than I would be to see a scary monster or a toddler with a dirty diaper. Overall however I think I would prefer to sleep through the night unmolested by nature or mirrors.