Post by pierce on Aug 28, 2015 14:28:05 GMT -5
As the long stretch of the night seeped in to morning, the sun arose and revealed a lean figure peaceful in sleep - passed out in the middle of a vacant lot of tall weeds and grasses, hiding a steep slope of sandy dirt. The seemingly endless night of house to house... it ended here with Wade sleeping hard, immersed and pillowed in the brush. One slip of a step was all it took - the soft fall backwards and the slow slide down to rest in the grasses, cradled by a hazy view of the eternity of space - it called for immediate sleep. He'd seen – over the course of the night – masqueraded partygoers twisting their shapes, agents and aliens, sons of saviors with dubious materials, all sorts of concoctions and manners of ingestion, colors in pattered proportions in textures never before witnessed with clear eyes, the deep infinity of the starry night skies shifting in on him to reflect his very essence, and more. So much more until he blacked out and wandered off. Awakened now to a soft blue sky overhead, Wade just kept himself laid in the grasses with his eyes shut, willing himself to lift above his own body. It wasn't a regular thing, this experience, but he was not shocked to look down upon himself. He wasn't hurt, not visibly. The lilac, maroon, and gold embroidered blouse he'd worn was askew - off his left shoulder, twisted around his torso, torn at the side and dusted with dry earth. His white shorts, ending above his knees were in worse shape – seemed far more beige and mottled with other colors - far from the pure hue it was when the night had begun. That was so long ago. Many mind bending and life-ponderingly strange events ago. He settled back down, secure but with an incredible soreness surfacing. Wade stirred in this position before sitting himself up so slowly – leaning forward to shake out his hair weakly. He groaned gutteral as his memories all played back simultaneously, seemingly woven in patches like a long vivid dream, top to bottom and turned upside down.
Taking a handful of minutes just to sit, breathe, and get his bearings - Wade finally rose to his feet, a smile curling at the sight of his bloated burlap satchel. A relief...to not have to conduct a search party of one for this important item. He picked it up and pulled it over his head, a happy sigh escaped the squinting Wade as his vision was tugged toward the top of the slope – only once glancing below at the fenceline which guarded a swimming pool sparkling friendly with the early sunlight. It was probably nine am, thereabouts...maybe closer to ten. Climbing the unstable slope with wobbling horizontal steps, he soon steadied himself on the even asphalt of the street – facing the house of 'three two five'. Everything and one in there would be laying down and set steady till well past noon. Wade blinked to adjust his vision as he found he could see all the traces of back and forth, rounds made by others just hanging around the property, they circled it like dusty rings. His eyes widened and narrowed but the vision did not fade - he let his eyes travel away and down the street. “Goodbye Saturn ...Planet of wonder.” Wade exhaled in a smooth mutter as he followed the path his sight had just made.
The walk to the bus station was close to fifteen minutes, a casually slow and slightly uncoordinated walk at that which made it seem much longer. His body ached all over while his skin still tingled with heightened sensations from many hours before. The twenty eight minute wait cross-legged upon one of the many stone benches was necessary to collect his minimal balance and spacey mental station. Eventually he aligned himself enough to begin lightly drumming his hands just above his knees, aiding his uncertain spirits with music - just around the time the Route 22 bus pulled in. It would eventually take him from here - along to the borderline of Metric's campus and on through in to downtown. He boarded with his fare jingling in his hand to the rhythm that had been helping his throbbing head, heart, and hands. He passed the vagrants busy on smartphones, suspicious of them as well as a small headed woman hooded with a shower cap. Wade could see how unclean their auras were. He could literally see certain colors of light emanating from his co-passengers, most very dim and streaked in gray. Pulling himself past this plethora of sorry sights, Wade collapsed upon the conjunctive seats lining the back of the bus - sitting across from a sleeping man stinking of stale sweat, his aura also cracked and dull. A few people came on behind him and some left onwards to other destinations, but he was too concerned with what he was seeing around him to acknowledge anyone's faces. Wade rubbed his eyes, and attempted to see as he had the day before but it didn't work. So he shut his eyes to the closed setting. Maybe more sleep could recover him from the dosages in excess that he'd entertained in such avid enthusiasm among his fellow brethren...as much as he talked this subversive lifestyle... he didn't want this. Wade forced himself to drift as the bus driver put the vehicle in neutral, his arms crossed upon his chest and his position as comfortable as he could manage it - playing music in his head, trying to grin through his concerns. Maybe, hopefully, they'd just go away.
Taking a handful of minutes just to sit, breathe, and get his bearings - Wade finally rose to his feet, a smile curling at the sight of his bloated burlap satchel. A relief...to not have to conduct a search party of one for this important item. He picked it up and pulled it over his head, a happy sigh escaped the squinting Wade as his vision was tugged toward the top of the slope – only once glancing below at the fenceline which guarded a swimming pool sparkling friendly with the early sunlight. It was probably nine am, thereabouts...maybe closer to ten. Climbing the unstable slope with wobbling horizontal steps, he soon steadied himself on the even asphalt of the street – facing the house of 'three two five'. Everything and one in there would be laying down and set steady till well past noon. Wade blinked to adjust his vision as he found he could see all the traces of back and forth, rounds made by others just hanging around the property, they circled it like dusty rings. His eyes widened and narrowed but the vision did not fade - he let his eyes travel away and down the street. “Goodbye Saturn ...Planet of wonder.” Wade exhaled in a smooth mutter as he followed the path his sight had just made.
The walk to the bus station was close to fifteen minutes, a casually slow and slightly uncoordinated walk at that which made it seem much longer. His body ached all over while his skin still tingled with heightened sensations from many hours before. The twenty eight minute wait cross-legged upon one of the many stone benches was necessary to collect his minimal balance and spacey mental station. Eventually he aligned himself enough to begin lightly drumming his hands just above his knees, aiding his uncertain spirits with music - just around the time the Route 22 bus pulled in. It would eventually take him from here - along to the borderline of Metric's campus and on through in to downtown. He boarded with his fare jingling in his hand to the rhythm that had been helping his throbbing head, heart, and hands. He passed the vagrants busy on smartphones, suspicious of them as well as a small headed woman hooded with a shower cap. Wade could see how unclean their auras were. He could literally see certain colors of light emanating from his co-passengers, most very dim and streaked in gray. Pulling himself past this plethora of sorry sights, Wade collapsed upon the conjunctive seats lining the back of the bus - sitting across from a sleeping man stinking of stale sweat, his aura also cracked and dull. A few people came on behind him and some left onwards to other destinations, but he was too concerned with what he was seeing around him to acknowledge anyone's faces. Wade rubbed his eyes, and attempted to see as he had the day before but it didn't work. So he shut his eyes to the closed setting. Maybe more sleep could recover him from the dosages in excess that he'd entertained in such avid enthusiasm among his fellow brethren...as much as he talked this subversive lifestyle... he didn't want this. Wade forced himself to drift as the bus driver put the vehicle in neutral, his arms crossed upon his chest and his position as comfortable as he could manage it - playing music in his head, trying to grin through his concerns. Maybe, hopefully, they'd just go away.