Something suddenly happen. The sound of a car, the bark of a dog. Things before me were all of a sudden blurry, then becoming crystal clear. I was not at area 51 but standing in my front yard.
That duffel bag at my feet. How could this have happened? I pondered. Then it all came to me. Like a flash of light, light you only see when you leave foil in the microwave.
The tote was not a sack but Fluther. The content, an accumulation of ideas, thoughts and opinions.
So overwhelmed, my mind started to drift, floating away like a cracker on a darkened sea. A sea of earthnutt butter.
Some added to the story, yet others tried to commandeer. Guiding it in a constant direction, there own lack of self control. But always leading to a new and uncharted location.
I stepped back, shook off the stupor. My mind overloaded with information that repels me but also adheres me to this place.
I want to kick it, shake the over bloated runoff from my shoes. But I cant. I wont, I need that duffel bag!
For all its worth it is mine. IT IS MINE!
Scooping the bag from the ground and exiting stage right. I enter the darkness of my domicile. Me, the bag a nice glass of chianti and a plate of fatha beans.
Ahhhh, what will tomorrow bring?