The car door thumps closed on a dreary evening. The cacophonous canteen is now only a memory. The buzzing silence of a classroom now filed away in the back of my head for another day.
I look through a wonderful window no more than 28’’. A flicker of a switch, a glimmer of hope in the form of a subtle red L.E.D at the bottom right corner of my vision.
Bliss floods the brain. My eyes descend on a whole new world, still kind of familiar. My iris project off a globe in front of me. The fingers of my hand hold the ability to bring darkness to the boredom of clichéd existence.
In this, at times unimaginable universe that I am fixated upon, I learn of scenes and views uninhabited by society. Although I attain information like a sieve, bait always remains behind in a net that broadens the mind.
Midweek madness often mystifies me. I enter a land where ‘a nation holds its breath’ and heroes and villains come of age. Heart warming highs accompanied by the lowest of lows. I gaze at a stage where idols shine and stars fade. A mouth- watering morning, a looming dawn.
Without warning my hand maneuvers. The fastening fingers suddenly loosen their grip. Blinking eyelids recede to a cold darkness. A small hand has made a significant sweeping move. I awake. Time to climb the mountainous stairs and slumber sweetly.
Darkness descends upon this porthole just as a blind or curtain might dim a room. Standby is summoned upon the flicker of a switch. Tonight I have been inspired. But tomorrow I will need inspiration . . .
‘Same Bat time . . . Same Bat channel’
Television.
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