Awakenings
Book 1 of the Grave Misgivings series
by C. E. Sundstrom.
Copyright C. E. Sundstrom 2014.
‘Blind Eyes’
Red roses abound,
Chocolates a tempting sight,
The fragrance of love fills the air,
On this magic night.
A distraction too great,
To closed eyes it appears right,
Yet beware what is lurking,
On this magic night.
Chapter 2
Summer.
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006.
Valentine’s Day, Afternoon.
Kinglake, Victoria, Australia.
Ahhhhh!
This is my ‘Dreamtime’. It is my time to shine like the brightest firework on a dark, still, balmy night. My time to stop, to breathe slowly, peacefully inhaling all the subtle fragrances of life, deep into my soul; enjoying each aroma for its diversity and uniqueness while cherishing the pleasurable sensations they provoke. My time to savor everything the world has to offer.
Ahhhhh!
This is my time to live, my time to love and, most importantly, my time to be loved.
My time to be!
My journey to this blissful state of nirvana has been a long one. A life long journey, one might accurately say. My mystical awakening occurred, I guess, for two reasons. The first was waking with a start one fateful morning, feeling overcome by a nauseous feeling of emptiness. I was bothered by a nagging thought that I was living a life of abundant potential, though most of it had thus far remained disappointingly unfulfilled. This thought was quickly followed by a powerful urge to assess everything. By the way, when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING! Every last detail of my life, however great or humble, past, present or future was fair game in my stocktake of my misspent life. Nothing was shielded from intense scrutiny.
This self-evaluation was, of course, undertaken in an appropriate climate of relaxation and tranquility. Locking myself in the lounge room, I built my sacred den of contemplation. Rod Stewart crooning softly in the background and Frangipani candles scattered throughout set the mood. My luxurious, though frayed, old leather arm chair positioned just so in the center of the room. Provisions for my inner journey included a half-eaten packet of Tim Tam’s, some Salt n’ Vinegar chips in a woven basket and a bottle of Coke Zero, to be healthy of course. Curtains drawn, paper and pen in hand, my silent oasis from the maddening world was complete.
It was the perfect spot. A place where I could consider what had been and what was still to come. The perfect environment for me to contemplate what, in my heart of hearts, I want from this foggy haze which is my future. No, that’s not quite right. What I NEED the future to be would be a far more accurate description. This is the moment when I, age 32, decided to give up my haphazard life for something more structured, more determined, more decisive.
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