When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Saturday, March 20, 2004
No, I haven't gone on a week-long hiatus from writing. Well, I had a strange encounter of the fourth kind, sort of.
The whole bizarre incident took place last Saturday. As I was in my infamous fetal position on my ever-so-ooooooh-laaa-laaa bed, under the cool comfort of the twirling ceiling fan, in the ultimate inviting position for Mister Sandman to sprinkle some sleeping dust into my eyes, I thought I saw this dark amorphous entity floating through my wide-opened windows. Yes, somehow I perceived this perturbance in the fabric of reality through my lipid-laden, tightly-closed eyelids. I felt this electrifying jolt of fear/nausea. I prayed and I prayed, and to the best of my ability, I tried to appear relaxed and soundly asleep, in fear of provoking the goodness-knows-what thing that's lurking in my room.
It touched me. That thing, touched me. It wasn't the usual sensation of being touched by something concrete, solid, and tangible, but rather, a totally different experience brought about by an entirely out-of-this-world seventh sense. I also felt its noisome breath heaving against my cheeks, and I was scared shit.
Until... it squeaked, "Harloe?"
*blink blink blink* Yes, I did blink under my eyelids. Don't bother asking me how I did that. I just did.
I opened my eyes and I saw It. A cute lil' creature that's shocking pink all over, and for that matter, glowing like a 15 000V neon sign. It's... well... erms... very well-rounded. In fact, just picture a really spherical entity - a sphere for its body, spherical arms and spherical legs, spherical head, spherical eyes spherical everything. It's like a globule of many brightly-coloured plasticine balls. Even its teeth are spherical, if they can be considered teeth at all. I mean, how can one chew with lil' balls?
"Can I please have some toothpaste or mouthwash?", it squeaked.
I stared at it for another five seconds or so before pointing to my shower basket under my bed. Then it bashfully drifted down and yanked out my tube of Colgate, and then drifted out of the open window, and then drift back five minutes later.
"Thank you! I have had that stinking bad breath for a while. Now my teeth's sparkly clean again! In return for your favour, I would like to invite you to my world."
And so I went with it. And it was a full seven days before I returned.
