OMusique

5,22,2014

I was in my room with my brother and two other guys; oh, and there was a girl. I don’t know who they were. We were working on something. It seemed important at the time. In my room there were two beds (I’m guessing one was my brother’s). At a point we decided to stop working and so I lounged on my bed. The girl began to lie on top of me as if she were flirting with me. The guys gathered around my window, which was open. I loved being with the girl. I even got a little hard and tried to keep it down. Eventually she left I think. The guys at the window began lighting dynamite and throwing in in our pool. We don’t have a pool in real life. I screamed at them to stop! What were they, crazy? They ignored me and kept throwing lit pieces into the pool, always landing in the water. Then I saw the more conservative friend who I thought was just minding his own business throw a large group of at least five sticks of dynamite out the window nonchalantly. Soon an explosion happened. But, it was of light and not of sound or physical damage. The yellows were beautiful and left me speechless. Horizontally, a line erupted across the bottom of the pool. This line had several vertical lines protruding from it at right angles heading towards the surface. These lines exploded into existence, a bolt of lighting in my own pool. The light was carried upward with celerity and hung momentarily to slowly dissolve in the cold water. I was now fascinated and forgave my friends without the use of words. The window was left open and outside I realized it was cloudy and raining. I did not mind the water, even though it began gathering in tiny droplets on my walls. I figured, “Everything gets wet, it’s just natural”.