The Dead Squirrel Stain
Far be it from me to ever crawl out from beneath my rock but when I do....
Last month, I started having dreams about someone. We'll call him Mr. Friend X. This is nothing new. However, his re-occurrence in dreams was too close together to ignore, considering I could go a few months without ever running into him on the astral plane or any other realm of consciousness. Without much effort, I can always predict when I will run into him. I have to sense of his essence, I know when he's near and the psychic visions of him being here or there are as brief as they are startling accurate.
This has been going on for a long time. I have a poor sense of time. Time is irrelevant now. It's beside the point.
Let's start this off right. From the beginning. My horoscope this morning wasn't very cryptic. It was rather straight forward. It read "The answer you have been looking for is right in front of you, within plain sight."
Mr.X is sitting right in front of me with his coffee. He has that scrunched up face he gets in the morning, a face conveys a pure disdain for sunlight and human interaction before the first coffee is consumed. This is nothing out of the ordinary. Business as usual between Mr. X and I. Our normal morning ritual for this time of the year.
I spent my winters hibernating in darkness and clinging to warmth. With much coaxing on behalf of Mr.X and subtle hinting, I reluctantly agreed to an outing. During the winter, I have plenty of time to make up reasons why I absolutely can't stand Mr. X. It compensates for the fact that I actually miss him. I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that, but I do. I honestly don't know why. We are complete opposites really. Even his astrological sign is the complete opposite to my own.
Last month, I started having dreams about someone. We'll call him Mr. Friend X. This is nothing new. However, his re-occurrence in dreams was too close together to ignore, considering I could go a few months without ever running into him on the astral plane or any other realm of consciousness. Without much effort, I can always predict when I will run into him. I have to sense of his essence, I know when he's near and the psychic visions of him being here or there are as brief as they are startling accurate.
This has been going on for a long time. I have a poor sense of time. Time is irrelevant now. It's beside the point.
Let's start this off right. From the beginning. My horoscope this morning wasn't very cryptic. It was rather straight forward. It read "The answer you have been looking for is right in front of you, within plain sight."
Mr.X is sitting right in front of me with his coffee. He has that scrunched up face he gets in the morning, a face conveys a pure disdain for sunlight and human interaction before the first coffee is consumed. This is nothing out of the ordinary. Business as usual between Mr. X and I. Our normal morning ritual for this time of the year.
I spent my winters hibernating in darkness and clinging to warmth. With much coaxing on behalf of Mr.X and subtle hinting, I reluctantly agreed to an outing. During the winter, I have plenty of time to make up reasons why I absolutely can't stand Mr. X. It compensates for the fact that I actually miss him. I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that, but I do. I honestly don't know why. We are complete opposites really. Even his astrological sign is the complete opposite to my own.
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