I watched her sleep for a few hours before going to bed myself. She seemed to be peaceful most of the time, but would occasionally start writhing around, moaning, sometimes yelling. But dreams are important, so I didn't have the urge to wake her up. Dreams teach you things about reality. YOUR reality. Dreams give you advice, sometimes warnings. I rarely dream however. I rarely sleep for that matter. Two hour naps are usually what I get. Not enough time for my mind to enter REM. My dreams are usually about my past, reliving the things I used to do, often reminding me of the bad decisions and resultant bad outcomes from my bad decisions. Staying awake, I keep the wolves outside the door.
When I woke up, she was still asleep. I took a shower then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Pancakes, homefries and ham slices......breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and I take the time to make it right.
"Hey.......Oh my god, that's no fair. How can I sleep with that aroma floating around the house?" My Weirdo is up.
She walked into the kitchen wrapped in a blanket. She looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. Her eyes were bright and alive, while her hair was a rat's nest. No makeup as she rarely wore it and didn't need it anyway.
"You have plans for today?" I asked.
"Nope. What do you have in mind?"
"Eat. We'll talk later about it."
An hour later......"That was incredible. I don't think I've ever had a breakfast like that. Is this how you start every day?"
I never considered morning the "start" of a day. It's just a continuation of the night before, leading to the night ahead. Most of my work was done at night. I've always preferred the dark to daylight. I can see very good at night; my retinal rods having become overdeveloped from decades of operating under the cover of night.
"I like to eat. It's the one luxury I afford myself. Besides, food is important. Good nutrition to keep the body healthy. What's your concept of breakfast?"
"Rarely have it. As a kid, we were lucky if Mom remembered to buy milk for our Lucky Charms. Now, maybe a PopTart if I have any in the apartment. "
Lucky Charms......I should have guessed.
She continued on...."Mom was busy all the time. Us kids were pretty much on our own after he left."
"He?"
Her boyfriend, my biological father."
Biological father......not "Dad"?
"You have plans for today?" I asked, changing the subject. Didn't want to get into the parental remanences. My "Dad" broke my jaw in one of his drunken rages. Too bad he was killed in that car accident when his brakes failed. Afterwards, Mom seemed to be in better moods. The insurance money took care of the bills, so she had plenty of time to cook for us.
"Nope. What do you have in mind?"
"Something I think you'll like."
Weirdo cleared the table and did the dishes while I gathered up what I needed. The sun was coming up and it promised to be a hot day." Perfect.
Breakfast cleaned up, I took her by the hand and lead her to the spare room. I pointed to the titanium plate, and she happily jumped on it, making sure she was only wearing her sweatsuit. I set the controls and activated it, shrinking her small enough to comfortably sit in the palm of my hand. I scooped her up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing my knapsack and we headed out the door into the woods. She was rather giddy this morning. I loved the feeling of her tiny little feet tickling my palm as she scooted around in my hand looking at the massive world around her. We didn't go to the same place. I took her to a grassy area, with moss and rocks. I checked the wind. Perfect. It's blowing right towards something I found the other day.
"Strip", I commanded her. She squirmed out of her pants and yanked off her sweatshirt, her bare skin feeling soft and alluring against the calloused skin on my palm. I allowed myself a moment to enjoy it, then set her down on the ground. She gleefully looked up at me and said, "And.....?" I took out a small ziplock baggy containing a dark reddish-brown fluid. I opened it and poured it on her.
"Yuck. What the fuck was that?"
"Decaying cow blood. Just wait for it."
The stench of death wafted on the soft summer morning breeze. Within a few minutes, we heard a noise.....a hum.....no, a buzz. A dark cloud rose from the ground about fifty feet from us. I had found a rotting deer carcass there and from some experiences in my past, I knew what would be there. They came in the hundreds. Flies. Flies love dead stuff and the cow blood was a feast they couldn't resist. They began landing on little Weirdo and the ground around her, lapping up the blood from her body with the proboscises. The blood had seeped into every orifice of her body. Her mouth, her ears, her nostrils, her anus and her vagina, along with every surface of her skin. The flies probed every one of these orifices at once and even though I couldn't see her behind the black writhing mass or hear her over the buzzing, I had an idea of what was happening, and I believed she was enjoying it.
I watched her sleep for a few hours before going to bed myself. She seemed to be peaceful most of the time, but would occasionally start writhing around, moaning, sometimes yelling. But dreams are important, so I didn't have the urge to wake her up. Dreams teach you things about reality. YOUR reality. Dreams give you advice, sometimes warnings. I rarely dream however. I rarely sleep for that matter. Two hour naps are usually what I get. Not enough time for my mind to enter REM. My dreams are usually about my past, reliving the things I used to do, often reminding me of the bad decisions and resultant bad outcomes from my bad decisions. Staying awake, I keep the wolves outside the door.
When I woke up, she was still asleep. I took a shower then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Pancakes, homefries and ham slices......breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and I take the time to make it right.
"Hey.......Oh my god, that's no fair. How can I sleep with that aroma floating around the house?" My Weirdo is up.
She walked into the kitchen wrapped in a blanket. She looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. Her eyes were bright and alive, while her hair was a rat's nest. No makeup as she rarely wore it and didn't need it anyway.
"You have plans for today?" I asked.
"Nope. What do you have in mind?"
"Eat. We'll talk later about it."
An hour later......"That was incredible. I don't think I've ever had a breakfast like that. Is this how you start every day?"
I never considered morning the "start" of a day. It's just a continuation of the night before, leading to the night ahead. Most of my work was done at night. I've always preferred the dark to daylight. I can see very good at night; my retinal rods having become overdeveloped from decades of operating under the cover of night.
"I like to eat. It's the one luxury I afford myself. Besides, food is important. Good nutrition to keep the body healthy. What's your concept of breakfast?"
"Rarely have it. As a kid, we were lucky if Mom remembered to buy milk for our Lucky Charms. Now, maybe a PopTart if I have any in the apartment. "
Lucky Charms......I should have guessed.
She continued on...."Mom was busy all the time. Us kids were pretty much on our own after he left."
"He?"
Her boyfriend, my biological father."
Biological father......not "Dad"?
"You have plans for today?" I asked, changing the subject. Didn't want to get into the parental remanences. My "Dad" broke my jaw in one of his drunken rages. Too bad he was killed in that car accident when his brakes failed. Afterwards, Mom seemed to be in better moods. The insurance money took care of the bills, so she had plenty of time to cook for us.
"Nope. What do you have in mind?"
"Something I think you'll like."
Weirdo cleared the table and did the dishes while I gathered up what I needed. The sun was coming up and it promised to be a hot day." Perfect.
Breakfast cleaned up, I took her by the hand and lead her to the spare room. I pointed to the titanium plate, and she happily jumped on it, making sure she was only wearing her sweatsuit. I set the controls and activated it, shrinking her small enough to comfortably sit in the palm of my hand. I scooped her up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing my knapsack and we headed out the door into the woods. She was rather giddy this morning. I loved the feeling of her tiny little feet tickling my palm as she scooted around in my hand looking at the massive world around her. We didn't go to the same place. I took her to a grassy area, with moss and rocks. I checked the wind. Perfect. It's blowing right towards something I found the other day.
"Strip", I commanded her. She squirmed out of her pants and yanked off her sweatshirt, her bare skin feeling soft and alluring against the calloused skin on my palm. I allowed myself a moment to enjoy it, then set her down on the ground. She gleefully looked up at me and said, "And.....?" I took out a small ziplock baggy containing a dark reddish-brown fluid. I opened it and poured it on her.
"Yuck. What the fuck was that?"
"Decaying cow blood. Just wait for it."
The stench of death wafted on the soft summer morning breeze. Within a few minutes, we heard a noise.....a hum.....no, a buzz. A dark cloud rose from the ground about fifty feet from us. I had found a rotting deer carcass there and from some experiences in my past, I knew what would be there. They came in the hundreds. Flies. Flies love dead stuff and the cow blood was a feast they couldn't resist. They began landing on little Weirdo and the ground around her, lapping up the blood from her body with the proboscises. The blood had seeped into every orifice of her body. Her mouth, her ears, her nostrils, her anus and her vagina, along with every surface of her skin. The flies probed every one of these orifices at once and even though I couldn't see her behind the black writhing mass or hear her over the buzzing, I had an idea of what was happening, and I believed she was enjoying it.
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