Morning Mocha

Ramble Ramble

2005-11-06T06:15:00.000-08:00

Boulders of sleep trespass into my vision. A chill in the air and darkness past my back window reveal early morning. Coffee is my only hero as I sit on my cold leather couch and reach for words that make sense.

Three words forward and two back. It's like writing a novel only to come up with a short story. This is an early morning pattern that I look forward to and despise all the same. Glory only comes when I rest my fingers on the keyboard and waves of energy move from my mind to those little black keys with white letters. When they start to go click click I know the coffee is flowing through my vein and inspiration is only a few sentences away.

So on this cold Sunday morning my mind is racing with imagination and my fingers are antsy at the possibility of a good work out. I can only hope that carple tunnel doesn't steal my thunder.

Through my back window I see darkness and a slight break of day coming at me. A dark shadowy outline of the scarey trees in my forest are outlined in dark blue. As the trees come into view with streaking rays of sunlight headed west I wonder. I wonder, was that a wolve that just ran past my window outside? Were those really two sets of beedy red eyes or is my imagination running rampped.

All I know is the coffee is not kicking in yet. Two more sips and caffine should flow like water into my veins and awaken my right mind. It's too early for a morning blog. I am pushing my mind to wake up and it is refusing. Sounds like a battle for my mind will ensue today. The question is who will win. Will it be my will or, well my will. That is all I really have.

Trick or Treating Bus Trip

2005-10-31T07:20:00.000-08:00

Dusk wrapped itself around the day. Excitement hopped inside homes around a sleepy suburb neighborhood. Trick or treaters grabbed their really scary costumes and buzzed like busy bees near the front doors of their homes. Mom's primped their little ones and reminded them of safety first as they head out in search of chocolate.

In one home a little Willie Wonka dressed boy was ready. As he turned the knob to go outside he was stopped by his mom as the phone rang. She shouted from the kitchen, "Just hang on Willie."
Willie heard the phone hang up and jumped up and down at the front door in excitement.

Willies mom appeared at the door with big smile on her face and said, "Change of plans Willie."

He started to wine and cry at her comment. Up and down he stomped on the perrigo floor. Bending down to console him his mom offered up a better plan for trick or treating. She said, "Willie, Jan's mom has rented a small school bus and she want to take us over to the rich kids neihborhood. She says they have better candy. Don't you want better candy?"

Willie stops jumping and crying and wipes his eyes as he replies, "Better candy?"

Headlights shine through the pulled drapes and slight squeal of brakes could be heard outside tghe door. Willie's mom shakes with excitement and say to Willie, "This is going to fun. Lets go!" She opens the door and run to the small school bus. Other kids and parents are already dressed in costumes and jumping with excitement. Jan's mom pushes the lever on the buses door and it squeaks open.

Jan says, "Fasten your seat belts for safety." All of hte kids and parents look confused then feel around and find actual seatbelts on the bus. Jan listens for eight clicks before she releases the brake and they travel on. On the last click she drops the hammer on the accelerator and the trick or treaters on the bus scream as the bus travels faster and faster. They are headed right toward the ravine directly at the end of their block.

Eyes close, the bus reaches over one-hundred miles per hour, then a loud snap can be heard as the bus heads over the ravine. Slowly eyes open and realize that the bus they are riding on is now flying over the city. Willie's mom grabs her chest and says, "What's happening!"

Jan's mom speaks in a comforting way to Willie's mom and to everyone on the small school bus, "It's ok this is a magic bus and we are going trick or treating at some ultra rich homes across America."

Willie is in awe at the sights he is seeing as he looks out the window. Within minutes the bus touches down with a snap onto White House lawn. Jan's mom says with excitement, "This is our first home. Everybody out and lets get some good stuff." She swings the door open and the costumed kids step out onto the White House lawn. They are met by two dark suits with ear pieces and handed trick or treat bags with the Presidential Seal on the bags.

Everybody runs toward the front door of the White House. One little devil turns the knob to try and go inside the house. It is locked so he has his mom lift him up so he can bang the door knocker against the twenty foot tall doors. From outside the door the clan of trick or treaters here a familiar voice. The voice says, "I'll get is Nancy." The door opens slowly and Ronald Reagan stands in front of the trick or treaters in nothing but is cowboy patterned jammies. The group sings out in unison, "Trick or treat."

Ronnie smiles as Nancy bends down next to him to see the trick or treaters better. She scolds Ronnie, "Well old man give these little guys some good stuff." Ronnie picks up jack-o-lantern with a Halloween surprise inside. President Reagan reaches in and pulls out peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hands them to the trick or treaters. Some squeal and pass on the soggy sandwiches. Nancy gives Ronnie a loving punch in the arm and directs him to let the trick or treaters into the White House.

They all follow Ronald Reagon down a long cherry wood lined hallway. He stops in front of two big doors and turns the knob. As he pushes his way into the room he tells the trick or treaters he has all the good candy inside his office. Each kid lines up in front of the presidents desk and hold out their presidential halloween bag. Ronnie dumps pounds of jelly beans into each bag.

Every kid is directed to say thank you to the president for sharing his jelly beans as they head toward the bus parked on the lawn. He and Nancy wave goodbye. The bus fires up and seatbelts click. Jan's mom releases the brake the small school bus. The bus accelerates past one hundred miles per hour and they all find themselves way up in the clouds again and munching on jelly beans. Willie beams with joy and says, "That was great. Where are we going next?" Jan's mom says, "It's a secret. Just be patient we should be there in about a minute and twenty-two seconds.

Shortly before the bus touches down all the kids move to left side of the bus as they point and look at Disneyland all lit up below them. Some think they are going to trick or treat at Micky's house but soon the magic kingdom is a blip in rear view mirror.

The bus decends under the clouds and comes to sudden stop on at a location that looks like a fair. There is a ferris wheel, marry-g0-round, and odd looking little go carts. Jan's mom swings the door to the bus open and the kid run out onto the grass. A tall man dressed in a beetle juice costume quickly seperates the children on the right and the parents on the left. Willie's mom speaks nervously as the kid begin to march in a differnt direction then the parents, "Wait! We need to stay together!"

Inside the mansion the children are escorted into a large bedroom. Sitting on the bed in a silk robe is a funny looking man who actually looks like a girl. Bobby, who is dressed like Michael Jackson asks, "Are you...?" The girlish looking man says, "Yep." He then reaches behind his big bed and grabs a large brown paper grocery bag. The man on the bed says, "Come share my bed and get your treats."

The trick or treaters file onto his bed one at a time and sit on his lap as he hands each one of them a paper cup and pours his patented Jesus Juice into the cups. They are escorted out of this bedrooom by the beetle juice costumed man and each little guy is given a sheepskin flask full of Jesus Juice to enjoy on the ride to the next house.

Parents and kids are reunited at the small school bus. Willies mom seems disturbed by the events at this house and she says to other parents, "Can you say supena?" The door is pulled shut by Jan's mom and away they travel into the clouds again. Some kids complain of headaches and one throws up a blood red liquid as the bus travels on.

Jan's mom sceams out to the traveleron hte bus, "We have time for one more stop then we'll go home and collect some serious candy for your moms and dads." The bus slides fast through the clouds. As everyone chats about where they will trick or treat next the bus lurches and shakes then becomes very quiet. The engine has gone out. It backfires a large flame out the back window and begins to drop out of the clouds. Everyone gives out a scared scream and Jan's mom comforts them by saying, "It's ok everyone this happens all the time. Hang on this may be a rough landing."

The bus lands short of its destination. They had been headed for Mrs. Field house and landed a Camp Cupcake instead. Jan's mom grips the steering wheel as the small school bus does a face plant into the soft mud on the exercise yard of this famous prison. Nobody is hurt as the bus comes to a smokey stop. Guards run to the sight and swing open the rear exit door. Everyone jumps out of the back door and lands into the wet mud.

A security guards holds a rifle on the young trick or treaters and demands, "What are you doing here?" A mom steps forward to answer, "I'm not sure ask her." The mom points to Jan's mom.

Holding her hand out she smiles at the well armed guard and say, "Sorry, we're on a special trick or treating quest and we're her to trick or treat at Martha's cell. Guns are dropped and a friendly smile overcomes the skeptical guards. One guard speaks, "Well then. Follow me." As he walks he asks the trick or treaters, "Are yall here for stock tips, Apprentice tickets, or Martha's apple pie. Most of the kids yell, "Stock tips!" There mom's scold and correct them, "No kids, we are here for pie."

At the door to cell block H a guard pushes a buzzer and the steel door automatically unlocks then he pulls it open. He says, "Please walk behind me in single file line and not let any prisoners touch you." They all comply. After passing ten or eleven cells they stop at Martha's cell and say in unison, "Trick or Treat." Martha jumps off of her cot and greets the little ones with a big smile. She gives out wise advise, "Never give up and never admit to anything."

They visit for about a half hour and eat lots of pie. Soon the gurad returns and says, "Visting time is up. Let's go." He escorts them back out of the prison and to there bus. Like magic the bus has been taken out of the hole it landed in when they attempted to stop. It has been washed and polished. All of the mud is gone. Jan's mom pushes a button on her key chain and the bus beeps then the door opens.

Up into the clouds they go. Jan's mom yells back at the eight, "Did yall have fun? Should we do this again next Halloween?" All of the passengers reply with excitement in their voices, "Yes!"
The small school bus takes a right turn and heads toward a full moon. The clouds they were travelling in have disappeared. Below they can see the roof tops of their sleep neighborhood. The bus touches down and the brakes squeal as it come to a stop right in front of Willies house. He and his mom jump out.

Willie jumps up and down with excitement, "Can we get some candy now?" Willlie's mom shakes her head yes and down the street they go to knock on the first door. As they approach the door Willie takes a swig out of his sheepskin flask and Jesus Juice rolls down the corner of his mouth.

Devil Dog of Death

2005-10-30T18:49:00.000-08:00

Barking could be heard a block away. This dog was big and loud. I listened at a distance. Then suddenly I heard a loud snap of metal. The bark started to decend into the distance of the cool night.

Off into the night I heard a young woman scream. It was a terrible scream and one that ended horribly. After about five minutes the screams stopped. It was silent for about thirty seconds then I heard a loud obnixious burp. It was so loud. The percussion of the belch shook my house.

I looked out my window and saw that dog walking up our street with a human leg in his mouth. Horror overcame my thoughts as I put my hand over my mouth in disbelief at what I was seeing. I thought, "Should I call 911?" No. I should call animal control.

It was 9pm and I wasn't sure the animal control people would answer so late at night. I was right. The phone rang about ten times so I hung up. I thought if I call 911 they may not think a loose dog is worth the trouble. Surely, they would think a loose dog with a human leg hanging out of his mouth was worth the call. So I dialed.

Back to the window I went. The dog had stopped up the street in front of the neighbors house. He dropped the leg and turned with a growl to look at me in my window. In a split second that huge dog was snarling face to face with me. Good thing the window seperated us.

My heart nearly jumped right out of my chest as that dog growled and snarled at me. I jumped back. Then the unexpected happened, he took a few steps back and ran right through my window. Shards of glass splintered across my living room carpet. He lunged at my throat and made contact. All I felt was the sudden pinch of skin then nothing. I was on the floor with a huge bearlike dog on top of me and my head was whipping back and forth as that dog tore at my neck.

That is when I started seeing white dots appear in place of my vision. I thought, this is it. I'm a goner. My body was unable to react. I was paralyzed. As the dog stopped tearing at my neck I caught a blurry glimps of him walk out the broken window carrying my bloody ear in his mouth.

In a pile of blood and incapacity I felt a tap on my shoulder. Because all I could see were white specks of light I didn't have clue who could be tapping on my shoulder. The tap felt comforting so I didn't scream or worry. Then the stranger touched my eyes and my vision sprang back. I saw a man in a white robe glowing brightly stand over me. He simply said, "Be still." I said, " No problem." Well at least that's what I think I said. Because I was missing my ear it is hard to say what I really said because I could hear it.

Soon without realizing it I was travelling through a black sky. No stars appeared. My house was but a memory and the pain that I felt was gone. That robed man was holding my hand and reaching forward with the other hand. We travelled at a fast rate speed. In a momenet we dipped into some clouds and a bright light shone from under us. We decended on a planet that was lush with greens, golds, blues, and whites. Those colors were more brilliant than anything I had ever seen before.

Without a knowledge of actually landing on the ground of this beautiful place I was placed at a bus stop. There were at least ten people waiting at that bus stop. Upon taking a double look I recognized the leg that that horrible dog had been clutching in it mouth. The leg was attached to a body. I tapped a young girl on the shoulder and asked, "Excuse me...how did you get here?"
She replied that she had been attacked by a huge out of control dog and she lost so much blood that she found herself floating through a black sky hand in hand with a white robed man of kindness.

Then the heaviness of the moment shook me. This isnt a dream this is reality. I have been killed by a demon dog. Now I am standing at a bus stop between life and death. Questions popped in and out of my mind. I wonder where this bus is going? What about my cat? Behind me I heard a muted meow and I turned around. That beautiful siamese had been chomped on by the dog. Blood covered his fur. I think I iwll ask if I can wait for that dog in heaven or hell, or where ever we're headed to get revenge.

Just as I spoke a black box surrounded my head and a door under my feet flung open. I fell through the floor and realized that there was no end to my falling. It was more like I had been set to float through space. Then a dog joined me in my dark space and began to bark, chase, and bite at me. His bark turned into a raspy voice that was understandable. Horns replaced his ears and his tail turned into a stream of fire. My god I was being chased by the devil himself.

Horseracing Happiness

2005-10-29T10:31:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite sports is the sport of Kings, horseracing. Horseracing is the truly the sport of champions. It revs the soul.

Today the Belmont Stakes ran. Folklore was the winner. With another eight mile Wild Spin would have spanked her. I had my money on Wild Spin. That was one beautiful gray fillie. When the gate opened and all the horses headed down the back stretch Wild Spin broke slow. Being a novice at horseracing I could see the jockey holding her back and saving her speed for a fast finish. As the horses rounded the final turn and headed down the final sixteen Wild Spin turned on the speed and closed fast. At the wire she was one horse length short of a victory. If she had another eighth to go Folklore would have been in trouble.

Hollywood Park had became my favorite playground as a teen. Every weekend I sat in the club house with my grandparents and handicapped the races. We laughed, schemed, cheered, and cringed at our gambling decisions. We won and we lost. It was fun to win but that wasn't what horseracing was all about. Horseracing was about being around the greatest and fastest horses on the planet. Going to the horseraces was therapy for my soul. Again today I am sure it would be great therapy for my soul again.

At seventeen without money and not of legal age to gamble I resorted to finding winning tickets lying on the ground. Can you imagine, spending hard earned money betting on a horse then losing your winning ticket to the gum infested ground. I was a happy finder of many of those lost tickets. They funded my horse betting vice.

One Sunday afternoon a beautiful gray three year old named Go West Young Man won the Santa Anita Futuria Stakes race. He had gone off as a favorite so his victory was no surprise to most of the fans at the track on this Sunday afternoon. I was in quest of winning tickets abandoned to the floor of Santa Anita. The ticket I picked up was a winner. It was a $100 bet across the board on Go West Young Man. The payoff was over $800 on that ticket. My grandfather was tickled pink when he realized my luck at the track had finally paid off.

My soul yearns for days at the track again. The smell of the track, the hotdogs, the diversity of the horseracing fans, and the passion that engulfed the fan who watched as his horse rounded that final furlong in front. We all lost our voices screams and prodding along the jockey all the way past the finish line. Go Baby Go!

Mr. 2000

2005-10-28T09:24:00.000-07:00

Thousands of loyal fans are filing into the new stadium. Tonight the stadium will be filled to capacity and others will stand outside hoping to hear cheers. You put lace your spikes and walk gracefully down the stadium tunnel to the dugout. As you walk it hits you the fans are here to see you. They are here to see you become Mr. 2000.

It's time. The lead off batter has just struck out and he head back to the dugout. You bounce your Louiville Slugger off the ondeck circle and your donut lands on the ground. With a condident swagger you step into the white chalked batters box and dig in your back heel. A tug on your pants helps put you into the right mental state to face the pitcher.

The moment is too much for you and you need to take a minute to absorb the weight of the moment. Your hand goes up and you step out of the batters box. With your bat resting on your shoulder you glance around the stadium and all the fans are standing. The scoreboard is flashing 1999. Noise and excitement grows and you step back into the batters box.

Detecting which pitch is coming has been your secret to success at the plate. One more secret is all you need to become Mr. 2000. The pitcher winds to deliver his pitch and you pick up the secret one more time. The fastball is on its way to home plate. A mighty swing reveals your 2000th hit. The crowd goes wild as you stand on first base, fireworks light up the night, and the neon flash of Mr. 2000 flash across the scoreboard.

Baseball and government hold two different worlds when it comes to becoming Mr. 2000. Any one of us would love to be a part of that roaring stadium crowd in attendance and witnessing an extrordinary feat. Sitting in my living room and hearing that 2000 young men and women of our armed forces have been killed in combat does not insight the same level of emotion. When the door bell rings and two men in uniform stand with sorrow on their faces and regret to inform you that your nineteen year old son or daughter has been the 2000 statistic in Iraq does not get you to do the wave.

Days pass and the news that your son or daughter will not becoming home hits you. Thoughts of your son or daughter missing thanksgiving, christmas, or any special day hits you like 2000 bullets in your chest. Your happy life has turned on the actions of Mr. 2000 in Washington. And for what, liberty, democracy, or oil.

Thank you Mr. 2000. Thank you for a more unsafe world. Thank you for putting our sons and daughters in harms way. Thank you for hitting the 2000 mark. What is your goal? Is it to be Mr. 3000 or maybe Mr. 58,000. I say lets watch baseball and eat apple pie and not watch the newscaster bellow out one more violent day in Iraq. Give those people their country back Let them deal with their own issues.

Mr. 2000 at bat you are my hero. Mr. 2000 in a limosine and waving your pen you are my nightmare. Time for a pinch hitter.

Boxing with Life

2005-10-26T11:31:00.000-07:00

Fists flew wildly inside the boxing ring. Joe connected with a left hook. His opponent wobbled and steadied then unleased a barage of fury upon Joe's body. Stumbling backwards he fell on the rope and bounced back to his feet. Both boxers moved to the center of the ring and stood toe to toe one more time. Blood dripped off of Joe's eyebrow and onto the canvass floor. Before another round of blows could be delivered the bell ending the round sounded.

Joe didn't know it but he was dreaming. The boxing ring only existed in his imagination. His competitor was life. It was the world dishing out consquences for his actions. He was being beaten by his actions.

Drugs were the motivation that caused Joe to stand toe to toe with his toughest opponent. Those little white pills that Joe popped gave him a great sense of courage. They gave him a sense of sureness about him. Swinging at life with out a plan to defeat him would be the undoing of Joe.

Sitting inside his dream on a three legged wooden stool in the corner of that boxing ring Joe reached into his boxing trunks and pulled out two small pills and tossed them down his throat. The bell to start round two sounded. Joe jumped to his feet and charged his opponent with confidence in his ability to beat life. Life towered over Joe as he charged. At center ring Joe started swinging at life. He made contact and life seemed in his hands. After a few body shots life turned on Joe and delivered a great combination of kidney shots then a lights out power punch to Joe's left temple. Joe's lights went out.

As his lights went out he woke from his sleep and dream. Suddenly Joe rubbed his left temple as if it really hurt. He was groggy. Turmoil surrounded Joe in the alley where he had been sleeping. One man seemed to be in his own boxing ring and battling the same opponent Joe just did battle with. Two loud shots rang out from the boxers gun. One shot hit a weary man with tattered clothing holding nothing more than an empty wallet. The second shot shattered Joe's left temple. Blood ran like water out of his head.

If Joe had not been insistant on boxing life he might have lived. His cell phone started ringing as he lay swimming in his own pool of blood. Joe's eyes lay open and lifeless. His right hand relaxed and the fist he had been holding fell open. Two small white pills dropped into the pool of blood. Those two small pills had the power of Joe's world packed into their content.

Across town a thirty-something women stood holding a cell phone and waiting for Joe to answer. The phone rang repeatedly. Joe was down for the count. The woman calling did not even know she had been in that boxing ring with Joe as he battled life. She would soon find out that her own life had been hit and she would be dazed and pressed against the ropes of that boxing ring with life.

Focused Floating

2005-10-25T09:33:00.000-07:00

Lying still in my bed I asked God to let me die just for a split second. I needed to know what it was really like to die. That was my deep single minded desire for the moment.

Deep in meditation I focused on nothing but my single minded desire. Soon I was able to control my heart beat. It slowed to the point of rest. A warm sensation entered my thoat and chest then wrapped my mind and body around around its mystical cloud. Then a freaky incident occured. My soul floated.

Walls and doors were no obstacle for my lifeless state. Instantly I found myself floating inside of my grandparents bedroom. In a floating state I watched as they slept in the darkness. As quickly as I was there I was gone. One thought stuck inside of my mind. That thought was my act of saying goodbye.

At the snap of a finger the warm sensation in my throat lifted and the quiet air of my room regained worldly sensations. I was back. That experience was life changing. Now I knew the afterlife did hold something. What exactly, who knows. My touch with death was to short to know. It was to short to pierce the veil between real life and death. If I had pierced that veil I may not have come back from my brief brush with death.

Decades later I still remember that experience. It haunts me because the dark of the night tends to scare me. It comforts me because I know something others may not. This power to control my mind has taught me a great lesson. And that lesson is deep thought in a bright white hot passion will alter your state. Deep meditation and laser concentration will change your life. You have the power right between your ears.

Concentrating on experiencing death before its our time may not be your thing. You may simply want to change a small aspect of your current life. You may simply want to improve a situation. The same way I was able to alter my state decades ago can be used today. You can alter your desired state if you really want. The secret is you really have to want an altered state. Do you?

To start you need a quiet relaxing room. If you are not comfortable and able to totally relax this exercise will not work. You have to be completely relaxed with out regard for anything except what you want to focus on changing. You can not have competeting thoughts running wild in your mind. To be successful at making change you need laser pointed focus only on one single thought.

This exercise will take about twenty minutes. Lie flat on your back. Are you relaxed? If not find another spot. I can't say it enough. You have to be able to concentrate on one single thought without interuption. If you are cluttered with many thoughts running unleashed in your mind success with this excercise will elude you.

Now that you are relaxed and lying on your back it is time to clear your mind. It is time to relax. Here is how I did it. For the next five minutes or so I simply took deep breaths in and out while taking my mind and body to a different state. Oxygen is a magic pill for filling your energy tank. It is also an effecient fuel for cleaning cob webs out of your head.

After you have spent time breathing and clearing begin your altered state of mind. You can only have one single issue rattling in your mind. If you have intruter thoughts you are not clear and this exercise will not work. Desire gives you the one clear thought you need to focus on. What is your one burning desire you want in your life?

In my experience I simply chanted over and over, "I want to die just for a minute." All I know is I repeated this one single sentence over and over in my head. My focus was only on experiencing a breif encounter with the other side. Soon all other thoughts were banished somewhere else. You have to do the same. Banish your extraneous thoughts.

While you are relaxed and clear start to repeat one single sentence that summarizes your desire. Keep chanting it over and over for the next fifteen minutes. Every time you chant your desired sentence see it coming ot life. Visualize your desire taking place in present tense. Keep doing this with every chant of your sentence.

In the simplest terms these steps are nothing more than meditation. As a teenager I had no idea what meditation was or how it worked. I only knew I wanted a particular experience. Dedicated focus made my experience happen. Dedicated focus wrapped inside of deep meditation will help you change your state or gain your desire. Chanting with purpose will change your life.

Devil in the Fog

2005-10-24T09:08:00.000-07:00

My eyes opened to trespassing sunshine entering my bedroom. Sleep from a long slumber hung from the corners of my eyes like boulder over a busy highway. I wiped those boulders away and allowed my blue eyes to focus on the outside sunlit morning just outside my bedroom window.

Fog clung to everything. The trees were partially hidden. Out past the trees other brush softly disappeared into the foggy morning. A bluejay flew by and broke the sun lit fog with a splash of blue. That splash jolted my mind to imaginative thought.

What lurks that we can't see inside the fog? Are angels toiling among us inside the fog or are devils entering our world through the fog. You decide. This morning my mind landed on devils in the fog.

My over active mind imagines a horrific creature with sharp pointy teeth and a tail like a saber. It walks without noise or crunching of brush through the fog. As the lurking devil passes racoons it strikes like a cobra with its teeth and slices the head off the racoon with that sharp tail. In one gulp the carcus is gone and only the head remains on the foggy ground.

Passing minutes staring into the fog bring the devil closer to my bedroom window. I close my eyes and hope for a disappearing devil. Under my covers I shiver with fear. Snorting breaks the silence of the fog and a devil appears at my bedroom window. My tired blue eye shut and shut out the devil. Flannel covers become my security blanket and my temporary escape from the devil.

The snorting stops and my covers drop to reveal the morning fog again. That devil has disappeared. A long sigh of relief passes my lips. Slowly I move out of my bed to tackle the day. All the while shaking that scary imagination out of my foggy mind.

Without looking I reach into the shower and turn the hot water knob on. Terry cloth drops to the floor and my bare feet step into the shower. Warm water runs down my head. The fogginess inside my tired mind lifts. I give a quick laugh at my wild imagination.

My imagination reappears, or is it my reality? I hear that devil snort again and I open my eyes. That horrific looking devil has become my ex-wife and she is wielding a long sharp saber. The next thing I see is my dead body drop to the shower floor. Oddly I see it drop from my own eyes that are looking up from the shower floor. The snorting turns into a familiar witchy cackle. Fog steals my clear vision then my world turns black and diappears.