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I have been dating Diane for many months. She is young, tall and slender, with dark brown hair and a dark complexion. Her breath is sweet like peppermint. Our lovemaking is hurried and there is little passion, yet I am still fond of her and feel like I?ve invested time in being with her.
After dating her for so long she leaves me for a man named Simon, who is my polar opposite. He is short, stocky and serious. I feel jealous that she?s abandoned me, even though I don?t enjoy the relationship very much. But based on that jealousy I seek out her best friend, Esther. Esther is heavy-set, with long, dirty blonde hair and a fair and haunting complexion. Esther is quiet and loving, qualities I never had with Diane. I soon fall in love with Esther, who haunts me even in my sleep.
I agree to meet Diane at a coffee shop after I?ve been seeing Esther for several months. I?m sitting at a table drinking a sour cup of coffee with too much cream when Diane enters. She is more attractive than I remember, but I don?t regret her leaving me now that I?ve found Esther. The patrons and waitresses move about and their faces are generic and putty-like. I am listening to Diane talk but the clinking of silverware and plates is beginning to obsess me and fill my consciousness. Soon the noises and claxon is all I can hear and Diane is moving her mouth but nothing is coming out. I?m becoming distressed and I really want to hear what
she?s
saying
and?
I am sitting on a dark green sofa in a small living room. It is sparse, with few furnishings. There?s a small TV in the corner and a few small chairs. There is a large mirror on the wall opposite me and I can see myself staring. My face is old and my hair is all gray. I wonder how I have aged so much ? I?m only thirty-five. I hold a large, double-barreled shotgun that is long and silver. I?m looking down the barrel, touching and stroking the gun. As I?m caressing the weapon I realize that the gun could go off and hurt me, so I?d better be careful. Sure enough the damned thing explodes and a bullet pounds into my chest. I?m thrown back against the couch. The pain of the impact is not as bad as I?d expect a bullet wound to be. There is a cold and tingling-numb sensation that radiates outward from the wound which is like a brown flower. I look in the mirror and I can see the wound. A little brownish-red, no blood.
suddenly?
I am in a hospital operating room; doctors and nurses are huddled around me and are going to operate to remove the bullet. I am given three injections of anesthetic in my calf. I anticipate - with fear - the pain of the needles about to go in. The first two go in smoothly, not hurting too much ? maybe a pin-prick. The effect of the drug is that I become incredibly tired, but I can?t fall asleep. The doctors and nurses, standing around me in sterile white uniform with the Clorox smell of antiseptic and clean, decide that they are going to proceed with a third injection, which should get the desired results. Upon applying the third shot, the nurse discovers that something has happened to my leg, and she has trouble getting the needle in. The pain is ferocious and fills my leg, radiating out into the rest of my body, especially in my lower back where it sits and burns like a whirlpool. The needle bends back and forth, hitting a bone in my leg. She has to put it in elsewhere in my leg. She decides on my thigh. After another bout of pain from the drug being injected I drift off to sleep. In the twilight before I go out I decide to leave my body while the operation is underway.
My spirit ejects from my body ? and I am living in the consciousness of my spirit ? not in the patient anesthetized on the table. I drift towards the wall. There is a lamp and small wooden table against it. The table has a potted plant and a lamp on top of it. I easily pass through the table and the wall. The sensation of moving through solid objects is odd, as I can feel a slight resistance to my spirit.
I leave the hospital and head for my home. As I approach the tiny house I see my cat, Gonzo, on the front lawn. He sees my ghost and flips out. He arches his back and tries to attack me but can?t, because I am not there. I decide that I don?t want to be in my home and that I?d rather travel around and explore in my new form. That would be so exciting, to see what?s going on around me when I?m not even present.
I travel many miles, my spirit, which is becoming slowly burdened by my physical body. I?ve realized that my spirit is becoming heavy and leaden and I worry that I?m going to be returned to me
in the recovery room- white - with yellowish tinges. The tables and machinery are dream-gray, smooth and formless. I notice the gray and silver medical machinery is made by Steelcase, their logo is stenciled in black on every piece. Consciousness is slowly returning to me. Through the cold and numb pain that swirls around my body like a shroud, I realize that a I want Esther to be with me. I miss her terribly and my heart is breaking. I can barely speak without tears welling in my eyes. Esther finally walks in with many acquaintances of mine. They fill the room until it is difficult for anyone to move about.. Esther has changed her hair, it is shorter, shoulder length, and deep red. She also has on a more lively outfit, floral and bright. Esther and my other friends expect me to be shocked and horrified at Esther?s new look, but I think it is beautiful, because Esther would look great with any look. The room thins out slowly and I am once again alone.
After dating her for so long she leaves me for a man named Simon, who is my polar opposite. He is short, stocky and serious. I feel jealous that she?s abandoned me, even though I don?t enjoy the relationship very much. But based on that jealousy I seek out her best friend, Esther. Esther is heavy-set, with long, dirty blonde hair and a fair and haunting complexion. Esther is quiet and loving, qualities I never had with Diane. I soon fall in love with Esther, who haunts me even in my sleep.
I agree to meet Diane at a coffee shop after I?ve been seeing Esther for several months. I?m sitting at a table drinking a sour cup of coffee with too much cream when Diane enters. She is more attractive than I remember, but I don?t regret her leaving me now that I?ve found Esther. The patrons and waitresses move about and their faces are generic and putty-like. I am listening to Diane talk but the clinking of silverware and plates is beginning to obsess me and fill my consciousness. Soon the noises and claxon is all I can hear and Diane is moving her mouth but nothing is coming out. I?m becoming distressed and I really want to hear what
she?s
saying
and?
I am sitting on a dark green sofa in a small living room. It is sparse, with few furnishings. There?s a small TV in the corner and a few small chairs. There is a large mirror on the wall opposite me and I can see myself staring. My face is old and my hair is all gray. I wonder how I have aged so much ? I?m only thirty-five. I hold a large, double-barreled shotgun that is long and silver. I?m looking down the barrel, touching and stroking the gun. As I?m caressing the weapon I realize that the gun could go off and hurt me, so I?d better be careful. Sure enough the damned thing explodes and a bullet pounds into my chest. I?m thrown back against the couch. The pain of the impact is not as bad as I?d expect a bullet wound to be. There is a cold and tingling-numb sensation that radiates outward from the wound which is like a brown flower. I look in the mirror and I can see the wound. A little brownish-red, no blood.
suddenly?
I am in a hospital operating room; doctors and nurses are huddled around me and are going to operate to remove the bullet. I am given three injections of anesthetic in my calf. I anticipate - with fear - the pain of the needles about to go in. The first two go in smoothly, not hurting too much ? maybe a pin-prick. The effect of the drug is that I become incredibly tired, but I can?t fall asleep. The doctors and nurses, standing around me in sterile white uniform with the Clorox smell of antiseptic and clean, decide that they are going to proceed with a third injection, which should get the desired results. Upon applying the third shot, the nurse discovers that something has happened to my leg, and she has trouble getting the needle in. The pain is ferocious and fills my leg, radiating out into the rest of my body, especially in my lower back where it sits and burns like a whirlpool. The needle bends back and forth, hitting a bone in my leg. She has to put it in elsewhere in my leg. She decides on my thigh. After another bout of pain from the drug being injected I drift off to sleep. In the twilight before I go out I decide to leave my body while the operation is underway.
My spirit ejects from my body ? and I am living in the consciousness of my spirit ? not in the patient anesthetized on the table. I drift towards the wall. There is a lamp and small wooden table against it. The table has a potted plant and a lamp on top of it. I easily pass through the table and the wall. The sensation of moving through solid objects is odd, as I can feel a slight resistance to my spirit.
I leave the hospital and head for my home. As I approach the tiny house I see my cat, Gonzo, on the front lawn. He sees my ghost and flips out. He arches his back and tries to attack me but can?t, because I am not there. I decide that I don?t want to be in my home and that I?d rather travel around and explore in my new form. That would be so exciting, to see what?s going on around me when I?m not even present.
I travel many miles, my spirit, which is becoming slowly burdened by my physical body. I?ve realized that my spirit is becoming heavy and leaden and I worry that I?m going to be returned to me
in the recovery room- white - with yellowish tinges. The tables and machinery are dream-gray, smooth and formless. I notice the gray and silver medical machinery is made by Steelcase, their logo is stenciled in black on every piece. Consciousness is slowly returning to me. Through the cold and numb pain that swirls around my body like a shroud, I realize that a I want Esther to be with me. I miss her terribly and my heart is breaking. I can barely speak without tears welling in my eyes. Esther finally walks in with many acquaintances of mine. They fill the room until it is difficult for anyone to move about.. Esther has changed her hair, it is shorter, shoulder length, and deep red. She also has on a more lively outfit, floral and bright. Esther and my other friends expect me to be shocked and horrified at Esther?s new look, but I think it is beautiful, because Esther would look great with any look. The room thins out slowly and I am once again alone.
