Sunday, July 6, 2008

Absinthe Man (Brief Intro)

Samantha woke up and realized that her gray silk pillow was submerged in sweat. The smell was musty and sour. When she slightly moved her head, the pillow felt cold and jolting. The room was dark and she could hear an electric buzz coming from her muted television. She turned over and felt overwhelmed by paralysis. Her clock read 3:01 am. How did she manage to sleep so long and miss nearly an entire day?

She pushed her lower body off of the bed and lazily shifted herself into an upright sitting position. All she could think about was the night before. It didn’t seem real. Was it real? Some man with a dark green suit approached Samantha and told her that she would no longer be the same. He walked away afterwards and she instantly began to feel disoriented as if the world she just woke up in was an artificial setup of the world she was once familiar with. Everything looked the same, but felt quite different.