Re: Another week, another challenge
Ivan can't believe he is actually conscious. Something tells him he has lost a lot of blood, but now the pain is gone. In fact, all the pain is gone. And although he has lived his life in the belief that there is no afterlife, he is truly sure that he is not alive, but none the less….he is something.
~BEEP BEEP BEEP~
A constant blaring noise echos in the background as Ivan makes his way through the realm of here and there. Past the place where reality is a constant, and towards the place where everything else exists. All the pain is gone now, the hurt, the want to die and even the urges that push him through life as a slave to his needs. In some ways he feels like he is in a movie, in the sense that everything he is doing, and everything he has done, is leading up to this one moment, this one big, special, spectacular moment. He reaches for his legs and finds them in tact. Thank god, or whatever, for that.
Darkness. This place was dark, so dark that Ivan couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. The ground was soft, like carpet, and as he walked he saw three red numbers blinking in the distance. What the hell were they? What did they mean? Was it some sort of sign? Ivan had never been one to try to make sense out of strange occurrences, he was just the kind of guy who took things as they came and kept on keeping on…cause, honestly, that's all you can really do in this life.
As dawn poked up through the darkness, Ivan slowly opened his eyes. His head still numb from sleep, his legs sore and tingling, but still he felt rested. He glanced to his left, on the nightstand where his combination clock radio shot an annoying loud BEEP into the air. It was almost 9 and although Ivan was supposed to be up, he had slept in.
"Danm it all to hell!" He shouted into his empty apartment. He was late for work again, and all because he had overslept.