by H. Farca

Created on: October 25, 2009   Last Updated: October 28, 2009

My sheets were soaking wet. I felt light, like packing my body around the baby smooth talc sheets of my recondite hotel room, then melting into the squeaking spring mattress once again, sinking deep into its indented concavity and swallowed whole. I intended to sleep rapidly but I obviously couldn't. My socks, lost in the immensity of the abyss inside the blankets, I then quickly wrapped my feet tight around the feather duvet, while still being homogeneously coated in sweat; it creating that trademark stickiness from any given summer nights heat. The pointing branches outside of the Parader, resembling accusing crooked hooks like that of a snitch, were banging rhythmically on the window; creating by this a full array of endless probabilities, uncountable patterns of domestic improvised music, and an ever possible miscellaneous repertoire of blurred ghostly motion, victim of its own ambiguity, outside. I watched hypnotically how the insatiable rain, which was strikingly violent with the repent thrust of thunder, continuously drained onto the windowsill and then poured back down into the undecipherable haunted garden in the clearing.

It was all deep black, like dense thick tar; yet the diamond-like speckled stars were carefully accommodated into the landscape, flickering with flare; each individual consuming spark was clearly spotted from a distance, which was highly rare due to the rampaging heavy rain. Those dark obese clouds, which were supposed to be up in the sky and swollen in liquid, purposely fell out of place like fallen angels, rolling down like dirty dense factory smoke into my room, paying me with this a naughty spontaneous visit; whose macabre intentions quickly turned into an innocent game of hide and seek between them and me, which kept me awake for the time being. The thick long beams of knotted white pine, topped with a layer of a musky grizzled bark that stretched out tightly on either end of the room above my head, creaked with the cracking of the abrupt temperature changes; while the humid air appeared to be composed of a light feather-like layer of a translucent levitating enchanted mist, which while floating magically, transmitted a sensation of peace and protection instead of the commonly expected uncertainty and discomfort that it usually emits.

I suddenly felt him, right that instant, in the most unexpected way; his textual presence, in that very moment. Though he vanished from my life years ago in that utterly traumatic, hazardous storm

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