Sort'a Stuck

Jaime 1956 Page 31

Narrator POV

The house on 'Hemingway' stood still, and stood quiet, very dead and quiet, as the world outside continued. Lights from vehicles would spill passed the window panes from time to time, and the walls would become adorned with all sorts of shapes and colors, over and over again.

The grandfather clock, at the far end of the wall, in the living room, kept ticking away the time, and showed it was now one-forty-two, at the glimpse of yet another wave of beams from the outside, creeping in, bathing the entire living room in more light-shadows, just like the ones before.

Soon, outside, the wind began to pick-up and the lights of the passing cars were accompanied by sudden and abrupt, chocking outbursts of lightning...from an impending storm, that seemed was now right outside the house. The thunder arrived soon after, and the house shook and the windows rattled, and the shadows in the living room and the dinning room danced this way and that. The light coming from the sole-window at the end of the hall, in the second floor, erupted in more explosions of lightning, bursting through the curtains, and making more shapes engulf the entire hallway.

The thunder became more and more apparent, it send the entire house in a shaking earthquake, again and again. Inside Jaime's room, the lightning crept through the curtains on both of the windows, over and over again, and the thunder pounded the earth around the house, again and again...sending the entire room into a frenzy of noises and shakes all over. Other than the storm outside...the house was seemingly, completely quiet.

Now Jaime, lied on his bed...somewhat unmade, face-up, hands over by his head, legs stretched out at the end of it, crossed at the feet...his cigarette now burned-out, on his side, by the side of his pillow...his left side of the pillow, as his head was now slightly resting to his left side.

Everything was very quiet...only the storm outside paced at a tremendous pace, it erupted from the blow of a wind here and the blow of a wind there into a full-blown tempest, with both windows in Jaime's room now getting blasted with the pouring of sheets of rain against the window-panes...over and over again.

As the storm continued outside, and the thunder and the lightning seemed to envelop the remainder of what was left of the night...from every corner of Jaime's room...very tiny, almost whispery, silent foot steps began to accompany the raging storm-noise outside.

First, there was one pair of little foot steps, scampering about, somewhere on the floor...then there came another pair of tiny foot steps, then another noisy pair...then another, and then another.

Soon, there were several dozen little pairs of foot steps, all over Jaime's room...then more and more tiny foot steps added to the already dozens of them, already all around Jaime's bedroom.

As the storm continued to rage outside,  uncontrollably, the noises of tiny scampering feet all over Jaime's room sounded more like several hundred to maybe even more. The lightning outside flashed it's beam through the two windows...and passed the curtains, as the pounding sheets of rain hit the window panes nonstop now, and the wind seemed to howl even louder, and more menacing, making the trees in the backyard of the house swing this way and that, making more shadowy figures all over the room.

Finally, there...in the shadows of the bedroom, Jaime's bedroom, those shadows swaying back and forth from the lightning...thousands and thousands of tiny, dark figures became visible. Through the constant beams of the frantic lightning, outside, in the storm...these tiny figures appeared, running, climbing, and jumping on to shelves or the night-table near the bed.

The thunder outside shook the house, again and again, making the windows rattle over and over, but now aside from the thousands of tiny scampering feet inside Jaime's room...there was also, tiny whispering...lots and slots of tiny whispering!

The noise inside Jaime's bedroom sounded more and more like tiny-people of some-sort. The tiny voices sounded almost far away...rather squeaky, like squeaky voices of some sort. Some squeaky voices erupted in laughter, others in tiny yelling back and forth, while others morphed into growling and aggressive hissing noises that somewhat sounded hostile.

In the repetitive flashing light of the lightning outside, coming through the curtains on the windows, more and more of these thousands of tiny things started to appear, running about Jaime's room.

Some where now climbing up the bed, from the foot of the bed, others up from the headboard, at the other end of the bed, while some others were climbing from both sides on the center. As the storm waged its war on the house, outside, the tiny creature-things that had been climbing Jaime's bed, were all now on top of the bed...some were now climbing Jaime himself, now sound-asleep, face-up, sprawled on top his messed-up bed sheets.

Jaime's POV

I was in a deep sleep moment with my pretty Susie, kissing her baby-star face and kissing up to her beautiful neck, and holding her very close to me, feeling her warmth all up on me...squeezing up all on me. Her warm, gentle, little body touching all up on mine...I could feel her breathing all up on me. And I could even smell that perfume she loves to drape herself in, all over when we take on some movies at the drive-in or get some milkshake at the Malt shop.

Then, as I'm about to move both my hands lower from her tiny waist...the fantasy moment fades slowly and goes from my gentle, beautiful honey...Susie, to the darkness of my room. I squint a few times to see if my dream was just a dream, and was finally going back in my crazy head...or if she really was here with me, saving me from this lonely, stormy night...in my room.

It sounded like a storm was cracking up the house around me, the thunder sounded all on top of me now, and the lightning came up to my face, over and over again, through the windows in my room.