Meow, Meow, Meow....

As I float here through the darkness that is imagination, it is what is rest for insomniacs. I sit up looking at what I think is my room, my eyes do not focus as I look around. It's all a blur until I here another sound... Meow, Meow, Meow.... I look from where the noise is coming from, and I see a blur of an orange light at first, then something comes into focus. It's a cat, cleaning itself, strangely enough. It gets through cleaning its fur relatively quickly. It stands up perceiving its suroundings and turns in a circle. Then with a quick turn of the neck it starts to stare at its tail as if it was staring at prey. The cat stares at its tail moving around as if trying to enclose it into a circle or get in some position to strike its own tail. Well with a fluid yet lighting fast reflex it snaps at the tail that is not a friend and with one smooth, majestic twist of its neck it rips of the tail with all of its flesh dangling... off the tail. It simply just throws the flesh aside splattering on the wall. As nothing had just happened its continues to clean itself trying futilely to clean the blood seeping through its naked muscles. At that exact moment the room comes into focus as if my mind was ignoring where I was, just so I'd concentrate upon the cat. After I look around, my gaze returns to the cat who is now gazing upon me with the utmost intense stare I have ever had. He is looking up to me with that one crazy eye that pulsates with the color orange. The stand off of eyes grows more extreme as we sit there judging each others souls, or at least what was left of them. As I was watching the cat the intense sting of liquor being poured into my eyes suddenly hit me. I abruptly shut my eyes out of pain, keeping them enclosed until the pain subides. As I open my eyes I look at the skinless cat who was still there, surprisingly, but seeing it in my head as not a cat but my key, my most valued possession, my gateway to reality and civilization. I see it as my cell phone that keeps me connected to the only ones who matter to me. So thinking of this cat as my cell phone I pick it up hesitantly, thinking that I must be insane. But if this is really my phone I had to accept the call and if it isn't then who cares what I do, I've lost my mind anyways. As I answer the phone I hear the purest, most perfect, angelic voice I have ever heard in my entire life, such a voice could only be described as the daughter of god. Hearing her voice is such a relief to me, being sucked into this world with rules, stability, or even sane train of thought. We like to call her Jesus, which in my secluded thoughts of admiration and secret love I thought was quite fitting, even if it was a joke to begin with. She calls to me, unsure because of the lack of my voice, "Hey, ya there? Hellooooo?" I respond in a hoarse, depressed voice encumbered with a lack of sleep for the past five days, " hey..." she responds, quite caringly "hey.. did I wake you up?" "Nah... I was lying around... trying to sleep..." "Well if you're busy...." "Well I'm lying around... definitely not busy..." "So what are you up to, other than lying around like a lazy ass?" " Well as I sit here, I think that E-T otherly known as Satan is trying to enter my room; but he is prevented from entering by the carrots, who are eternally grateful for my help in defeating the sheep for them." Then out of the blue, all the sounds stop... except for a buzzing of what seems to be a huge fan. The walls are suddenly barren, cold steel wiring as if it is a cage with the exception of the wall on my left, which is a huge fan causing the large repeating noise of air being pushed throughout this cage. By now this change of scenery should scare or at least shock me, but I am neither afraid nor surprised. I don't seem to mind, or even care as if I had been here all along. Then I hear that perfect voice again, beckoning me to answer... but I sit there tempted just to listen and enjoy beauty in its fullest. "So will I get to see you this weekend?" I answer, hoping it will cause her to answer back so I can hear the sweet sound of her voice again. "I don't know... maybe, it depends on what you're doing." "I'm getting high Saturday." It pained me to refuse, but I couldn't see her in her times of disgrace so I could maintain the perfect view of her beauty in my head. So without making it a problem I simply said, "Then probably not. Are you going to Sandy's thing?" "I don't know Sandy... so probably not." Right then I hear what I had been oblivious to for quite some time. The elephants had finally found me, and had begun to surround me and judging by the high pitched, heart piercing screams, their masters had spotted me. I frantically scream in fear, "OH NO! They have spotted me!" She inquires curiously, "Who?" "The Masters of the elephants" I respond with a gut full of hate and a mind full of fear. At that very moment shadow engulfed figures descend, gliding upon the air screaming down from the atmosphere to the surface of this planet I believe to be Jupiter. Thankfully, the carrots protect me but for how long, I am not sure. Intervening upon this insanity I hear her voice again, saying quite appropriately, "Are you on something?" a curious question that I take quite seriously and cannot remember to answer truly, so I simply say jokingly but seriously and at least honestly, "Maybe". Right then as if I was possessed I hear an earsplitting shriek come from my throat speaking a single word, " NOOOO!!!!!" As this happens, faucets appear all around the room causing my heart to race but simultaneously, beat very slowly. My heart sounds like its speeding but sounds like it's beating dangerously slow. Then the sounds of water makes me notice the black, disgustingly odorous liquid pouring into the room from the faucets, filling up the room but only slightly. I cannot tell what this liquid is but only can relate it to cancer if it came in liquid form. It fills the room a little... then completely stops. A fog then emanates from the liquid, making it hard to breathe placing horrible thoughts of death, murder, and suicide in my head. At that moment I realize something different on the wall, it was a door where my closet should have been. I say quite randomly "I want to jump from a bridge" and so for some strange reason unknown to me I wade through the water to the door and open it. I am seeing the impossible... A bridge, in my closet? So to escape the swamp that is now my room I step upon the bridge. I realize now why I am here, I simply wanted to vault my body over and downwards to a gruesome death. So I did, with a quite peppy jump at that of pure glee. I fall with only darkness passing by me until I see something, heading straight for me. I see it and recognize it just before landing in it, my Bathroom! It's my Bathroom and I land in the shower, theres nothing weird about it... maybe I found my way back to sanity? I look around see no skinless cat, no elephants, and no cages just my cell phone, my normal cell phone on the counter. So I turn on the shower, let the water hit my skin. When it hits though its not the same... it feels like acid melting off my flesh. I look down at my body and it is as I thought it was; acid melting my body, but just that my skin melts off to show my muscles clearly and plainly. I find the soap -maggot infested but still soap- and as I scrub my muscles, they just peel off. Digging through the muscles I find my spleen, then my heart. I hold on to them to clean them separately for the maggot infested soap had also infested them with maggots. I get out of the shower, not knowing what left of me there was, but at this point I didn't really care. I set the spleen and heart on the counter so that I could dry myself of this repulsive acid and blood combination that I was drenched in. I noticed that my intestines were dragging on the ground. So I did what any sensible person would, I emptied them into the toilet but as they hit the water something mystical happened. They Melted! They melted just like ice cream. It made a colorless void which for some bizarre reason tempted me to urinate into it. Although knowing it was created from me I did, I urinated into it and it was just sucked up without a sound. Oh well, like most things in my life I just didn't care about it. I directed my attention to my spleen and it looked tasty even with the maggots, it looked delicious. So on a primal instinct for hunger I just ate it, no questions asked. It was as good as it looked but with a singular flaw, the maggots have dug their way into my brain. But with this throbbing headache... it felt kinda good, like a massage for my mind. The door next to me becomes my problem now, it has no handle, no way of opening it but I do see a heart shaped hole in it. Well... using the most intelligent train of thought I figured what any pre-schooler would have, you stick the shape where the shape fits. As I did so the door flew immediately open and standing there in the door way was a girl, a little girl. But no ordinary girl she was, she was a perfect little girl, my own personal Jesus Krist, in my head at least she was. I pulled my heart from the door and held it out for her as a gift of love and she took it, looking at it then right as she was about to accept it she was swept into the air dropping my heart where she stood. I recognize the figure coded in shade but I dare not speak his name. It seems now this event happening I find myself in total depression, not just mentally but physically, I'm sinking? Shit, I am sinking! Then I fall, just like the fall before but it feels good, it helps me get away. Now I hear her voice again, Jesus. She calls for me but I'm not currently here, my mind has taken me away. Her voice fades off followed by dial tone. I drift once more when I hear a noise, I open my eyes to see the skinless cat once again... I think I'll name him Corndog, oh well, I'll do that later. I want to fall right now, so I close my eyes and just float away...