I skipped another party tonight. I had to procure materials to fully equip my laboratory which will be inaugurated two days from now. Also, I opted not to tag along with my friends because I had this disturbing dream which left me panting when I awoke dawn of Monday. Fearing of the possibility of its realization, I passed.
Back to our big two-story house which we sold several years ago, we were gathered to celebrate life. Louise was asking why I possess so many things which I do not use. "I get bored so easily," I said. She picked a towel, tossed it in a yellow shopping basket and asked, "Can I have this?" I shifted my gaze to France and left Louise with all the material wealth. France was sobbing and I knew why. She kept relaying her doomed love affair. "I love him and I know he loves me. But I have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend. Do you know how that feels?" I did not know how that felt. Her tears pierced my denim jeans while my legs atrophied in her pain. I sulked in the gravity of my thoughts. What will I do if I love someone else yet I already have a boyfriend? France wept. She wept harder and burdened my legs with her acrid tears... Louise broke her misery's momentum and said, "Hey, who's that man behind you?" I eyed a lanky shadow behind the door. He was staring at me; I felt him when the fluorescent light from his eyes traveled to see me. I dragged my atrophied legs and crawled to reach the staircase. Instantly, upon sensing my vigilance and my desire to elude, the shadow pulled the trigger. Bullet raced with time and burrowed through my carotid artery. The few drops of blood that reached my head permitted me to think somehow. I cannot die, I thought. If this is a dream, I want to wake up! So, I pinched nose, like they always advise in the movies to invalidate ones death, I pinched my nose, I pinched my nose... I slapped my face and begged myself to wake up from a concluding malady: hemorrhage from a bullet shot. I cannot die, I thought. I cannot die! I cannot die! I cannot die!
And so I died. But I lived again when I pinched my nose.
Back to our big two-story house which we sold several years ago, we were gathered to celebrate life. Louise was asking why I possess so many things which I do not use. "I get bored so easily," I said. She picked a towel, tossed it in a yellow shopping basket and asked, "Can I have this?" I shifted my gaze to France and left Louise with all the material wealth. France was sobbing and I knew why. She kept relaying her doomed love affair. "I love him and I know he loves me. But I have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend. Do you know how that feels?" I did not know how that felt. Her tears pierced my denim jeans while my legs atrophied in her pain. I sulked in the gravity of my thoughts. What will I do if I love someone else yet I already have a boyfriend? France wept. She wept harder and burdened my legs with her acrid tears... Louise broke her misery's momentum and said, "Hey, who's that man behind you?" I eyed a lanky shadow behind the door. He was staring at me; I felt him when the fluorescent light from his eyes traveled to see me. I dragged my atrophied legs and crawled to reach the staircase. Instantly, upon sensing my vigilance and my desire to elude, the shadow pulled the trigger. Bullet raced with time and burrowed through my carotid artery. The few drops of blood that reached my head permitted me to think somehow. I cannot die, I thought. If this is a dream, I want to wake up! So, I pinched nose, like they always advise in the movies to invalidate ones death, I pinched my nose, I pinched my nose... I slapped my face and begged myself to wake up from a concluding malady: hemorrhage from a bullet shot. I cannot die, I thought. I cannot die! I cannot die! I cannot die!
And so I died. But I lived again when I pinched my nose.
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