Daydreamer

It was fluid, softly palpatating at the same rhythm as my heartbeat. The orb was perfect in every way. Made of polygons too small for the naked eye to see, each one pulsing at exactly the same frequency, at the same instant. Capable of instantly knowing and feeling the same thought, each one as all the rest. To move, and shape, and seem to take on a mind of its own, yet always in tune with the master. Each aligned magnetically, their bond impervious to the most destructive of forces. They resist heat, pressure and corrosion, only bending to the will of the master. As I approached the orb my outstretched arm penetrates it easily. The polygons react so quickly, I feel nothing. I can pass to the inside without so much as a molecule of oxygen following. Inside, the iridescent glow of anti matter brightens as I slowly begin to amalgamate into the structure, each molecule designed and programmed to go to a specific place, to perform a specific task, all functioning equally efficient, expending energy to be replaced by the strange blue green aura emanating from another orb, a very small one, vibrating at multiple frequencies controlled by the loci of their constantly changing interrupts. Nothing seems to move except for the slight vibration of the small orb as the frequencies shift and change in odd behavior, producing a definite pattern of sounds. Slowly the larger orb brightens revealing plasmatic form and structure. Layer upon layer, deeper and deeper, the orb expands by the square of the exponent, until at last sitting alone in a vast wilderness of only darkness, I remove two small objects glowing - - - One from each pouch located on either cheek. As I bring them together slowly, a sudden flash of light takes on almost a solid form. “So, how was your day” she says, as I seated myself for supper. Dedicated to the little boy in me. May 2010 Charles Henderson