By: James Rosier Jr.
I sat on the edge of my bed, the cold sweat still hanging on my back like stubborn dew in the morning sun. I gently put the pistol back on the night stand and stole a deep breath. A quick glance at the clock and the reality of 3:00 a.m. began to sink in.
There comes a point in the lives of some folks when they find themselves standing alone on a temporal cliff. Here at their precipice, their point of no return is where they decide that the way they look at the world must change. This was mine. This zero dark thirty hour in a small apartment in a little southern city was my cliff and while this may seem like the beginning to a sad story it is exactly not that. This tale is one that will illustrate the point I wish to make with this entire project. Things are not always as they appear to be.
I sat on the edge of my bed in a cold sweat because only moments earlier I had found myself in the middle of a dream too wonderful to be real. I was floating it seemed, in an open sky wrapped in a warm, safe and peaceful mist. There was no ground below me, no sky above. There was nothing to either side and yet everything that ever was or ever will be was there and I was in the middle of it and so very content to be there. The cares of my mundane existence had no real value here. They were there yet I saw them now from a very different perspective. They were neither bad nor good. They just were.
The experience lasted forever or no time at all it seemed. Time was so very different here. There were no seconds ticking on clocks, no days gone by or nights worth remembering. I needed only to consider a memory and it was full of life. As I became aware of the taste of infinity I heard a thundering clap and sensed a searing pain where my chest once should have been. In an instant I knew I was leaving this place and sadness swallowed me.
I awoke with a tremendous start and snatched the semi automatic from the night stand. I sprung to my feet and searched the apartment for the man who had just punched my chest, returning life to my body. I searched for the fiend who had whispered in my ear that my time had not yet come. I hunted the intruder who had said, “The old you needed to die so the new you could live.” The apartment was empty.