I looked it in its brown eyes, little ghost of eternities, yet saw nothing. Knew all the worlds history, every single souls history, yet knew nothing. It’s faux hair flat here and there. It was still staring at me. Motionless, but staring nevertheless, the same grin on its face, hidden but visible if examined close enough. Its little brown nose, never moving. Its hands still but in a silent motionless dance for the rest of its life, a pure slave of imagination. I kept looking at it expecting it to suddenly move, but it never does, it doesn’t move. Never will. I let my arm fall across it, hand just slightly jutting past it.
-Beep! Beep! Beep!-
The alarm clock had just went off. I looker up at the plain white ceiling, staring blankly at it; it stared at the side of my head, looking at the three day old growth that was starting to look strangely similar to that of a teenage adolescent’s first attempt at a beard. Its prickly hair coming straight out of my face and then slightly curving.
-Beep! Beep! Beep!-
Fucking alarm clock, I thought. I would pay an unknown sum for someone to make me a silent alarm clock that still rose me from the precious dreams that I would have. If only. I looked from the ceiling back to those absent dead eyes. The beeping echoing and shattering any vague illusions that might have been dreams. I stared deep into those brown eyes and then suddenly grabbed the motionless teddy bear by the torso and threw him at the clock. A soft almost silent thud of it hitting the clock. Its physics pushing, shoving the clock from its place on the nightstand. A single beep and then almost ghostly silence from a free falling split second and then the noise of a mechanical tool, toy being crushed only slightly by its own gravity slamming it into the cold, hard wooden floor.
I twisted out of the bed, my buttocks slightly spinning in a move to place me upright so as my feet could finally, begrudgenly touch the floor. Why the hell I slept in boxers year ‘round I will never know. As I sat my feet on the chilly adamant wooden floor my feet in unison did an imitation of the worm, starting with my toes and working their way back to my heels. I curled my toes and then released them. I took a deep breath, feeling the air completely as it entered my nostrils and leaped into my lungs. I had had my eyes half closed as I rose and I now took the palms of my hand and mashed them into the sockets trying as I might to clean the sleep from them, ah, my tired, tired eyes. I took in a deep gasp of air again, semi-grunted and stood up. Because of the fog covering my veiled memory I hadn’t noticed it before, but my penis was erect. This is what I get for sleeping near a teddy bear and not an actual woman. A pair of under-ware half cemented to my genitals with nothing to show for it but an all but lost trace of a wonderful wet dream.
I slide my right thumb between me and the elastic band of the boxers, I tugged, separating cum stained undies from flesh. I have got to get laid, there is no alternative. I thought.
He swilled in the shower as the hot water ran over his body. He alternated between whisling and singing, “Rub a dub dub I need to fuck with my nub!” The steam flooded out of the shower like a billowing, fuming bush fire. He raised his arm up and washed the pit, even after he did he sniffed, his face crinkling up from its smell even after being freshly washed.
He stepped out and put on his best black silk shirt and black pants, black socks, black dress shoes, and as he finished combing his hair, he put on dark tinted shades. He looked into the mirror at his side and said, “If there ever was a devil among men, he would be I,” he then grinned and turned as the phone rang and picked it up.
“Hello?” I said. It was a deep voice on the other end, I had known that voice for many, many years. I would be the first to say of all the services I did for this gentlemen, he has yet to reach even close to what I have done for him. But what could I say the business that I deal in, I had been in when the man was shitting his huggies. I listened carefully as he gave me my assignment, not that I needed to listen carefully its just the fact that the man had fuck all reception and was so low in voice I sometimes felt as thought I would need an hearing aide the next time he talked to me.
“Right-o.” I said in the phone. Then suddenly I hung it up. There was an ever-quietness in the room as there had been before the phone had rang. I had things to do, I had a busy night. I turned towards my door and opened it. I peeked out. No one. I stepped out and before I closed it I said to myself aloud, “Its killing time.” And into the night I went.