Wednesday woke up from a terrible dream with a shout. He’d been fighting with dragons and wizards and cheese puffs and he was losing. It was frantic dream battle with lasers and explosions and fire balls bursting all around him. All he had to fight the hordes of hell that were rushing him was a dull sword and a magic marker.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and tried to shake the image of that half naked wizard being sodomized by that dragon while they both breathed fire and shit. Plus the cheese puffs; they were so bloody inside. Maggots and cartoon characters spilling out after he poked one with his sword.
“No more meatloaf before bed”, said Wednesday to the empty bedroom. He got out of bed and rubbed his eyes. It was still strangely dark outside. He looked at his alarm clock and realized he still had three hours to go before he had to get out of bed and start getting ready for work.
This was a welcome discovery, but then it was tempered with a fear of returning to that hellish dream. Wednesday flopped back down on his bed and flipped the pillow over to the cool side and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. He’d try to think about something pleasant before drifting back to sleep.
He remembered a woman he saw on the train earlier in the week. She wasn’t exactly beautiful but she seemed to have some strange attractiveness to her. She was wearing a black sleeveless top and black slacks and she had a great figure. Her arms were toned and slightly tan, as if she worked outdoors but didn’t make a big deal about it. Her face looked a little tired but there was something very pretty about it. Wednesday couldn’t exactly put his finger on why she was so plainly attractive.
She was playing some game on her cell phone and she seemed deeply involved in it. So much so that she never even noticed Wednesday looking at her. He liked the way she had casually brushed her long light brown hair off her forehead and whipped it back over her shoulder. She chewed on her thumb as her other thumb worked the cell phone screen. There was something just adorable about it.
The capper for Wednesday was her icy blue ices. They really stood out in her face and Wednesday wondered if angels had eyes like that. So blue and clear, but able to be weaponized for that, “why did you do that to me” argument that so often happens in relationships.
Wednesday started to snore and he drifted back to sleep. No dragons, no wizards and certainly no cheese puffs, just icy pools of eyes staring back at him as he fell into blackness.
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