Five-Hundred Word Challenge 668: Morning Clock Rings

The morning clock rings out and so I must wake and do the things, but instead I’m just going to go out my front door and fall through the inevitable hole that is life, but that doesn’t prevent me from enjoying the things outside whilst I fall infinitely until I stop falling.

A good day. Clear skies… well, aside from the few clouds floating on by, that is. The sound of a main road can be heard. It is faint, but distinct. The occasional bird making a bird sound can also be heard. Much closer, much clearer. Perhaps the sound of cockatoos will soon also be heard as they often pass on by in this area.

I go for a stroll and soon I leave the ground and float on away to somewhere else. My feet are taking me elsewhere, as is my body. It isn’t the time to be doing this, but of course in this instance I am not able to resist. There are places to see and scenes to experience and so I must allow for myself to be carried off elsewhere. Being carried away is something I cannot resist at the moment and to be honest that is fine. There are worse things that I could be experiencing.

Along the currents of air I am carried away to other places. I eventually begin to lower down and find myself in a pace known as a jungle, but is not a jungle at all. It resides on the coast just south of Sydney and it is an area dense with vegetation.

I pass through the vegetation and land and feel the ground underneath my feet. It is cool. There is a pathway but now is not the time to be following said path. Instead I just walk down through the vegetation and toward the ocean, wherever it may lie.

It is a steep walk and a dangerous one, but of course I manage to keep on going without much injury. Not lasting anyway. I keep on walking down and push past the vegetation, looking for the most open gaps of light and feel foliage, damp and numerous under my feet as I keep on walking. It presses against the uneven terrain, allowing me to know the path of which is the one I am taking.

I keep on going and soon I see an exit. I can hear the sound of waves as they break against the land. I can almost smell the salt being caught in the air. I keep on going forward and push on. I pick up my pace and soon I can see a clear sky. I make a leap and travel through the air, but instead I am whisked away back to the location of my residence.

The air is changed and more suburban than it is bush here. I decide that that is enough for one day and go inside. I need to prepare for the shift I will soon work.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:25:67

To me, this feels like the idea of what a dream is like.

I was going to write about a dream I had last night but I didn’t, so maybe that was some sort of influence.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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