Stuck For An Idea
Stuck For An Idea
She stares at the apple shaped logo, for what seems an eternity, her mind a complete blank. The laptop sits patient; screen open, and ready to receive her thoughts.
But she has none. And it’s been like that for days. And this latest post ain’t gonna write itself.
Godammit, she sighs, closing it again.
Shuffling off to the kitchen, she peruses the contents of the refrigerator, in another attempt to distract herself. Some other task, any task. In fact, at the moment, she’s not even hungry. She is, in fact, she realises, taking some kind of inventory.
Mayonnaise; jelly; chilli paste, been there since…
Arrrnnnggh she moans
Fuuuuck.
Her followers would be expecting something. Something helpful and uplifting. They aren’t a great many, it’s true. But most of them are her regular clients, and so she feels responsible. What was it she had said about boundaries; to Myra, during her Reading, on Saturday? That had been really cool.
She remembers now, returning to type it out.
It’s not about turning your back on people
But telling them, face to face; what’s acceptable to you.
And where you draw the line.
Sweet. she thinks, saving the text over a really nice picture of the Morrigan, with a raven, that she’d found; talons reaching. People like ravens.
She hits publish.
It was hard to be pithy, without sounding like a dick, she thinks.
Finally.
Done for the day.
Time to sleep.
Her eyes have been heavy for the last hour or so, and she can’t wait to close them. She lays down her face, sinking into a cloud of pillow. Then she draws the blanket up too.
Comfortable, but still a little busy in her thoughts.
Overstimulated.
She rolls over onto her back, with a sigh.
Focusing on her breathing, she relaxes and keeps motionless, and her mind, unfocused; becomes quiet.
She breathes rhythmically and slow, allowing it to calm her, and she begins to drift off.
Down and down and away; finding herself suspended in an empty void stretching out forever, which her body now does involuntarily too.
Arms reaching out above her own head.
Streeeeetch and
Grab!
The grip snaps like a dog.
Firm hands have her vicelike by the wrists.
And she can’t move.
Paralyzed.
There is shift in weight on the mattress as something very heavy slowly climbs onto the bed next to her.
And her eyes are somehow open.
Turning.
Head lolling slowly to her right
To see it..
A huddled thing
A dead manikin thing of dull black.
Squatting and burbling. A skullface homunculus squatting right next to her.
Rubbing its hands. Muttering curses like a hiss.
Noooo. Is all she can think, through gritted mental teeth. Oh no no no no no.
Please no.
She begins to panic.
One dark and icy hand drifts at her;
Smoky fine and caressing her slowly.
With the sound of a blade dragged on stone.
Opennnnnnnnnnnn!!!
Eyesssssssssss!!!
She grits, as it touches her, fingering her face spastic and jerky.
Waaaake Up.
Clenching her mind.
Rolling, and straining
Wake.Fuck.Up.
And she snaps eyes open
All too wide and awake.
She is lying on her back, arms across her belly.
The room is empty
She breathes out; heart still hammering. gathering what is flying about, of herself, everywhere.
Calming.
She sits up.
Fuck!
Her tight body releases.
Rubbing her face.
Fucker.
Touching her phone. 1:25.
Not too late.
Fucking sleep paralysis.
.
Once more to the kitchen, adjacent in her studio apartment. And she flips on a faucet, opening a cupboard. The glass there, is within easy reach.
But as she grabs, it moves.
Sliding away from her. The sound of glass gliding on wood, as it evades her hand.
All by itself, and she’s awake now.
Standing there gaping, and not making sense of anything at all; the sound of water pounding in the sink, filling her ears.
That was real!