Horribly Monday ...

Squatting on the distinct decorated edge of a double deck bed. Staring down at myself laying still on the rustic wood flooring. I can not experience anything; like a lifeless corpse. There is undoubtedly a funny deep hollow sound ringing in my sensitive ear. As if the fierce wind is circling warily inside a long and narrow tunnel. I am numb with profound silence, and in a conscious state of utter confusion.

The minute hand of a round white wall clock is correctly pointing at four. I genuinely think this is ridiculously unwelcome in the bleak morning.

The wood cupboard with one mirror door stand awkwardly confronting me. A shadowy figure is reflecting back with a magnificent pair of silky black wings. They are unfolding gracefully, and flap itself to carefully loosen their stiffness from the ghastly figure’s back.

The locked bedroom’s door bust wide open without warning. A stout elderly lady in english dress gaily came rushing in. Skipping nimbly across my lifeless body lying peacefully on the filthy floor. She dances merrily towards the rare window to swiftly open a dusty blackout curtain. My sore eyes squint to shield itself from the intense glaring lights shining brilliantly into a room fill with thick smog of floating dust.

She turns around to aggressively confront me. In a sudden unusual motion; her disgusting and frightening amateur painted clown face undoubtedly a possible inch away from mine. I fell backward and float aimlessly on thin air. Everything around disappears. Both her retractable claw like monster hands forcibly restrains me down to the surrounding darkness. While her long and wet tongue gently licks its devious way to my sensitive ear. Inevitably leaving behind a disgusting trail of slimy substance on my bristly cheek.

She speaks reassuringly to me in a husky hissing tone. “It’s undoubtedly not your dying time yet. My dearest. But that dreadful day is not gone.”; instantly follow with a melodious laugh.

Dammit, not again. It is inevitably a horrible MONDAY …