14 Minutes

the clock has begun ticking and in 14 minutes this piece will be over with you and i if we both decide to accept it have begun on something of a journey together one in which the both of us should most assuredly gain and lose such is the moral of the story that only our forefathers who built themselves on lying and thievery amidst the subtle guise of religious piety and political idolatry could handle throwing it off their table like the scrapping remnants of a meal well-had by a family whose dog has sat there staring at them persistently and without any sense of shame whatsoever biding his time and no doubt in this hot weather sweating bullets underneath his thick coat of fluffy yellow lab meets some other kind of fluffier dog mutt extravaganza the fact remains that the writer got up too early today from what can only be considered as a partial rest and while they are quite conscious of the fact that there are those out there that do not get nearly as much rest or even quite possibly no rest at all in a day this does not in any way quiet the writer’s own mind from mumbling to themselves why can’t we go back to sleep why must we stay up and stare at this screen batting away in this batting cage with no special purpose holding through each swing as the balls come flying at us and we are barely awake the sleepy stuff buried in the little corner crevices of our eyes still cementing our vision shut and we tilt our head from side to side as the pain in the neck shoots up the back of our head curling itself round the bottoms of the hair follicles that stick up in shivery amounts dwindling down the roller coaster of a forehead and typifying itself at the downward slope of the nose writhing in the air as it coasts off and into the abyss which can’t be anything less than the beautifully exciting finish of the 14 and as we revel in the last few seconds we hear the bed calling us back and who but a fool can resist the gift of a little extra sleep