I hate digital alarm clocks.
The eerie way they light a room in the deep of night and that silent way they have of counting down the hours of life left.
It just leaves me exhausted!
At 12.47am I woke to a flickering red haze across my bedroom ceiling that seemed to spread like a stain down the walls to pool on the floor.
Now, I know I should not be reading Amityville Horror in bed, on a full stomach and I’m pretty sure that the block of chocolate that I snacked on while reading may have upped the ante in the endorphin stakes but combined with that evil digital alarm clock I was wide awake at 12.47am and the curtains at the open window were flickering across the harsh red numbers.
The oddest scene was playing around me, like a bad play where all the actors rolled around in a vat of blood before they stepped up.
Kratos and Ares, in full battle regalia where crossing swords with a ferocity of a westerly wind fleeing from Zephyrus himself. The clang of steel was loud in my head and beat a pulse behind my eyes that watched them move around the end of the bed and along the wall along side of me.
The breeze slithering through the trees and through my open window bought whispered entreaties to my ears…
“She mine Ares! I saw her first, I will have her. She is my Yin! I will possess my other half!”
Clang, clang, grunt, clang
“Kratos, you do not know me well to think that I will not fight for the one that can stand with the God of War! I will have her”
Clang, ******, parry, clang
Now, this is where I got really confused.
I was starting to think that the red haze fluttering around the room was from my bleeding eyes because it was now 4.27am and more than 3 hours of my life were gone.
How was I supposed to get that back?
I was idyllically pondering what a Yin was while being gobsmacked by the fact that I was actually the other half of something. But being the other half of Strength?
What does that make me?
What would my Greek name be?
But that didn’t concern me more than what Ares wanted with me? How strong did he think I was? Sure, I’m a bit prickly at times but for the God of War to focus on me? ****, and I thought I had curbed my enthusiastic condemnation of humanity… Obviously I had not!
But who am I kidding! It was really very nice to have them fighting over me. I’m not really sure who drew first blood (because of the ****** evil digital alarm clock glow) but I’m sure I would have swooned into whomevers arms reached down to claim me had it not been for the sound of the evacuation alarm.
ER ER ER ER ER ER ER ER*
****, ****, ****, the sun has crept over the horizon and has lightened the darkened theater that is my bedroom and it’s the alarm clock that is shrieking a warning that it’s time to start a new day.
****! I’m not ready for this. I’m tired, I want more dreaming, or awakening, or whatever the hell that was!
Most of all I want to know…
What did it all mean?