My
eyelids felt heavy. My mind felt light. I don’t think I belonged here.
This
was confusing.
The
restaurant was foggy, as if Mario’s was full of cloud-smoke-haze. The red and
white squares on the tablecloth were bolder and brighter than what I remembered.
They looked like they belonged on one of those fakey-3-D holographic trading
cards or maybe from a scene behind paper and colored-cellophane 3-D glasses.
The candle flickered flatly in a bright yellow resonance. I suddenly felt the
heaviness of my wristwatch, so I picked up my hand to check the time. A tiny
white rabbit was running around the inside circumference of the face. And the
six various-sized hands continued a-ticking in a manner that translated
nonsensical to me. I stared at it, puzzled, somehow understanding that someone
was late. My watch suddenly felt slime-y against the feel of my wrist skin. I
watched it melt into a wet liquid, a watery puddle that slipped off my body and
onto the floor. I stared at the tiny scattered droplets adhering to cohesion.
Until, sticky strands of my hair rushed into my face, obstructing my view
because a dusty-gray ship had blew into the restaurant, letting in a fury of
blizzard.
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