Mikes Folly

*FLASH* I rise, slowly gaining speed, into the air. Power emanating from me as I began my apocalypse. I am tired, young, done with it all. *Pan Down* Older wiser me trying to talk myself down from this atrocity but I already know the outcome.

*Flash back to the “present”*

I shutter trying to shade this vision from a fractured life lived out of times constraints. I sit on the bank of this enormous swamp that is mostly surrounded this old house. I see a memory flash before my eyes, Polymnia, my wife, she cooks breakfast as I read…coming out of the daze I hit my bowl again and sink into the sounds of the swamp. I realize it’s late and I’m tired. I head back upstairs to the bedroom that’s very sizable. But I pay no attention to it. As I fall asleep sleep heavy thoughts lie on my weary brow and sink into sleep with me.

Rising…. I wake up sweating. “No not again” is all I can utter.