Sort'a Stuck

Leonel 1992 Page 45

Narrator POV

The wall clock in the living room was now showing a few minutes after one-forty-five, it  was almost two in the morning. The living room was now bathed in shadows, creeping in from the outside, through the windows. The entire house was silent, as the wind picked up outside, and the first flashes of lightning blasted through the windows, and curtains.

In the distance, a thunderstorm could be heard...brewing, slowly at first...as the wind gusts picked-up gently at first...but then much-much stronger.

The kitchen at the far, right end, and the dining room behind it, right next to it, were also in a festive light of flashes, as the lightning kept coming. Then the thunder...out in the distance became much-much louder. It roared...all around the house...as the house shook in its foundation.

Now in Leonel's bedroom, as the flashes of lightning kept creeping in through the curtains on the windows, everything lay completely still. There was no noise, there was no movement, just the shaking of the entire house with every thunder that tore through the gusts of wind, outside.

Then...as the wind gusts continued outside, and the thunder kept shaking the house...the walls and the window panes rattled from the impact of the thunder...from somewhere in Leonel's bedroom...the scampering of small, tiny feet could be heard.

One pair of tiny feet could be heard, then another...then another, and another...and soon...many more, all over Leonel's room!

The storm outside just kept getting louder and louder, as the wind-gusts pick-up steam, and the thunder roared and roared and shook the entire house. Then the wave of pouring rain lashes at the window panes, and it sounds as if the entire ocean is coming down outside the house

Now Leonel is lying face down on his bed, with his face on the pillow...facing right, to the side of his night table...his hands above his head, underneath his pillow.

As the storm outside intensifies, so does the noise inside his bedroom...there is now tiny-micro whispering, growling, giggling, and what sounds like miniature vocal conversations.

There are tiny foot steps, going about all over his bedroom too...in the hundreds of thousands now. Tiny figures appear within the momentary flashing of continuous lightning, thousands and thousands of tiny shapes...with tiny-little legs, and arms, and heads...scampering in the darkness of his bedroom!

As the storm continues outside, and intensifies with even more thunder and lightning, and the gusts of wind sound like they're about to tear off the roof of the house...and the rain blasts against it too and the window panes...some of these tiny figures start to climb Leonel's bed...holding on to the bed sheets, on the side.

Others show in the constant flickering of the maddening lightning climbing onto the headboard, and the footboard...as his entire bed becomes more and more crowded with these...tiny figures, now creeping all around Leonel!

His bed sheet is now a few inches below his waist...revealing most his naked back, and he sleeps, soundly. As the tiny figures creep ever more closer to him, from all sides...on top of his now.

Some of these tiny figures...which can now been seen through the lightning, as it flashes over and over again outside, and as the thunder tears through the earth, shaking the entire house to its core...look like some type of tiny creatures, very similar to humans...limbs, just like those of humans. They too, walk upright, on two legs, have arms and hands.

They seem to have a bit of a hunchback, so their stature looks impaired, somewhat, as opposed to that of a normal human being. Their expressions show, in the gleam of the constant flashes of lightning...a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and a pair of glowing red eyes, that have a tiny look of anticipation...as they watch Leonel's half-covered body through the flashes of lightning, again and again.

Some...the more crowded group of tiny creatures standing by his feet...which are now bare, and uncovered-the bed sheets have slipped up-ward, at the foot of the bed...bathed as well by the constant flashes of white-colored lightning, stare at his bare feet...I almost as if to say, looked mesmerized by the mere sight of them, as Leonel continued to sleep soundly...above them all.

The entire house shakes as the thunder continues to tear through the wind outside, and the gusts of wind carry the bucket-fulls of rain, blasting now onto the entire house, sounding like sheets a after sheets of pounding water outside.

One of the tiny creatures, now making its way passed all the others at the foot of the bed, heads straight to Leonel's bare feet, now both with the soles turned upright, both of his pale soles and toes showing now, facing all these tiny creatures...as the lighting continues to flash over them, covering both in more white light, as the lightning flashes again and again.

The new tiny-creature, which looks like it's the leader...gets closer to both bare feet, and once it's right beside them, leans in to sniff them. He looks to be somewhat smaller than all the others, and more frail too...he also walks slower.

The tiny leader-creature now leans in again and opens its tiny mouth and sticks out its tongue as it then traces all over Leonel's left foot, which is now slightly turned to the right side, like the other one, with all the five toes arched a bit...upward.

Leonel in the meantime does not stir, more does he move any...just continues to sleep soundly, as the storm outside rages on, and on...and right now, his entire bed is crawling with these...these tiny creatures, now surrounding his entire body.

And one of them is by his bare feet, caressing and licking his bare feet, as he sleeps on, and the storm tears more into the house...now with the wind gusts pushing louder, and the flashing lightning, blaring like the sun-light outside, and the thunder wrecking havoc on the rattling of the walls of house, and the ratting window panes.

No sounds can be heard from inside Leonel's bedroom, 'their' tiny whispers, giggling, laughter, growling, and hissing...their tiny-micro conversations die within the storm outside...as Leonel lies, sound-asleep on his bed, surrounded by tiny creatures, while his bare feet get explored...down-under, by more of these tiny creatures.