blkdragon

grounded
2003-12-18 02:40:05 (UTC)

Once upon a life...Pt3

Sitting in the back yard, he's building a landscape in his
mind. He's built a fort for his army men, the war has
begun, but where's the enemy? The puddle to his left is
the ocean and the army will need to cross, to get to
where, a question he has yet to answer; give him time. He
has a fertile imagination! The bombs begin to fall on the
fort, miscellaneous rocks and glass, whatever's close at
hand. The missiles are wiping out the army, not to worry,
his men are as resilient as form mold plastic. Best to
have his men board the fleet and escape while they can,
just how many can fit on styrofoam anyway?
The enemy lurks beneath the calm and begin to torpedoe the
fleet, his army is being blown about like dandelion seeds,
ahh; he can always wipe them off and use them again later.
The hallway's too dark, what happened to the lights and is
that his men marching towards him? He starts to back up, a
sense of foreboding creeps into him, now he can't seem to
move fast enough. The marching continues it's cadence, he
starts down the stairs towards the front door, he
thinks; "why didn't I head upstairs"? Of course the sounds
are ahead of him and the door is behind, he won't ponder
the question for long, got to get away from the sound of
feet on wood.
There's a door under these stairs, set into the wall, he
believes he'll hide until the marching stops; if he can
make it to that door. He slides the remaining few feet,
down the bannister, jumps off; stops and spots a line of
figures at the top of the stairs. He sees toy soldiers,
they look like the ones from "Babes in Toyland" except
with crooked snarls under the red circles that double as
cheeks. "Damn", he says and he notices they see him, he
bombs for the door under the stairs. He's bordering on
terrified, why do they also look like his mother's
clothespins, who cares; too many questions within the fear.
"Hurry and hide", he tells himself, the marching continues
down the stairs and he's hoping it continues to the front
door. "Ooooooh, they're coming for me", bad enough the
hall's dark; inside the door is like being behind your
eyelids, only the sound in your head is nothing like a
death march. Now, besides the march, he hears wood
scraping wood; coming ever closer.
Suddenly he seems to be drenched in warmth and he faintly
hears the call, "Hey you guys". What's with the wet heat
and why does he seem to want it to never end? Just then
the door knob begins to jostle and the warmth spreads
outward, engulfing his thighs and stomach. The enticing
heat makes him ignore the fear of the march and he hears
again, this time louder, "HEY YOU GUYS". He's enjoying the
warmth and now chooses to ignore the call and the sound of
the door being violated by the marchers.
Now he's being shaken, his eyes open and he realizes he's
still in bed, his mother's waking him and it's then
that he realizes he's peed on himself. He was enjoying his
own heat and he's not ashamed, but he's waiting for his
mother's response to his "accident". "You know this has to
stop don't you, strip the bed and go clean yourself up,
I'll turn the mattress". He kisses his mother and is happy
that his brothers have yet to awaken, he forgets how
scared he was before his bladder released, but if he
doesn't want to be teased he'd better get a move on; he
doesn't want to miss Her this morning!




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