Wake Up

The Maiden in the Tower

 

The prince, out for a stroll with the royal homies, split from the group to take a piss. Off the beaten path the prince looked for a good place to relieve himself when suddenly a beautiful but eerie sound came in with an easterly breeze. Cursing his aim the prince shook his boot free of a puddle of urine. Intrigued, he parted the bush and ventured towards the source of the mysterious sound.

Deeper into the forest, the canopy was so dense that the prince was stumbling in the dark, listening. Following his ears the prince tripped and stumbled through tangled roots and darkness until he was so close that the sound seemed to be swirling around him in the darkness. He looked upwards towards the highest branches and realized he was standing at the foot of an enormous tower beneath impossibly tall trees. A small light flickered at the top of the tower, from its solitary window.

The prince stood below calling out to the window. He circled the tower finding no door nor stair. All the while the strange sound continued, getting faster and heavier. Higher pitches were now screaming across the woods. Now completely surrounded by darkness at the foot of the tower, the prince saw a shadow dancing on the wall of the room with the flickering light. A terrifying howl, or was it a moan, screeched from the window. The prince, horrified, ran away from the tower realizing where he had heard this sound before. When he was a boy in the hallway outside his parents room.

Again he ran, again with pants soaked in horror.

Dream Salon

Are we really trying so hard to be pretty? It's not like anyone is really paying attention anyways.

Or maybe I'm just completely oblivious anymore and if I focus less on the chaos that has become my life maybe I'll actually notice.

The world outside my chair seems brighter every time I take out the Matrix plugs.