Free Write

2016 has just been a year filled with turmoil. The election is over and more turmoil churns over that result.  I just want this year to be over with without incident

I still need to write more here, I'm always scribbling in a notebook but I need to move it over here.  I'ts nearly 9:00 a.m. and I'm ready to get my day started

Free writing for a few minutes

I'm beyond bored today and a little annoyed with how this weekend has started, best to just power through it I imagine. I can't watch television or social media without getting irked by something, we're just a divided nature and maybe the illusion of something different is just too much to ask for. We just continue to be at each others throats and nothing gets done.  What can be done? I know i've wrote on that before but I my simplistic thoughts on it are probably overlooking something.

I need to go workout and clear my head

Alarm Clock

The alarm clock was still whining as I entered my bedroom, the bed unkempt, dishes stacked on the nightstand.

 I really need to clean, i mutter out-loud. tomorrow  I say to myself.

 I slapped the button on top of the clock, the whining stops. I stt down at the end of the bed and begin to take off my work boots. I'm tired. My back hurts. This shift change is a damn disaster.  My boots are tossed towards the closet as I take my phone out of my pocket.

My body is greatful as i lay backwards and slide underneath my comforter..

Right on time my phone rings and I listen and smile, I chat about my day and ask about theirs and tell  my boys I'll be around to pick them up around eleven and to have their rooms cleaned before they leave for their mother.

The children's mother and I talk. The conversation brief and short but friendly. She was always too good for me, I knew it from the first day we talked.

I hangup and drift to sleep. The alarm clock not set.

the coffee maker is broken

Rebecca sat in the nook looking out onto her backyard looking annoyed, sipping on a cup of tea. James comes into the kitchen, looks at the empty pot of coffee.

"I forgot to set it last night." James said as he begins to fool with it

"The coffee maker is broken. Doesn't heat up, there's some tea on the stove."- Rebecca called back

"Oh man,whats wrong with this thing. I guess I'll pick one up after work, i'll just drink OJ this morning.- James maneuvers to the refrigerator, takes out a pint of orange juice and sits it on the counter. 

Rebecca gets up from the nook, taking the coffee machine off the counter and accidentally dropping it on the floor. 

"Whoah how'd that happen?"  James is startled. 

" Im sorry it slipped." Rebecca says, sipping on her tea

James picks the coffee maker off the floor, and put it in the trash can

I swear this place is haunted sometimes. 

laws to govern a new world. What are they

I had no idea where I was or what I was doing here. The light is hazy, like dusk on the plains, the air smells slightly sweet, in front of me is a crowd of things.. They're monsters staring at me in silence,

I fall to my knees a loud booming voice ringing in my ears

SPEAK

TELL US YOUR RULES


"What Rules!" I cry out. "What do you mean."

A hundred voices in my head i

t seems like scream at me instructions. I don't understand. It hurts. I feel ill. There is a sudden silence and one single low voice starts speaking to me.

"Sir, tell us how you would govern a new world.What would you demand of its people."


I don't understand, the voice repeats itself. I now know these things are reading my thoughts.

I sit on the ground, the ill feeling in my stomach gone, looking out at this crowd, not monsters but aliens. a whole lot of them, many different looking ones.

I try to think

the voice tells me to collect myself

i stand up

i speak

The first rule of my people is to: Love your neighbor

With that my mind is once again rushed with thoughts and voices but know images, images of the most horrid things we've done to each other.Murders, War, so much violence.

silence again

the lone voice cries out to me: Your people aren't ready yet, they do not follow their own laws.

The monsters begin to fade, leaving this place, wherever we are.. Their shapes and movements so foreign to me, frightening.

The lone voice comforts me. We all were once like yours.