Mix & Match - Part Three

The sound of morning birds rouse me from my sleep, the piercing chirps and tweets carrying effortlessly through the crisp morning air. Gone were the usual sound of my upstairs neighbors, of people out in the hall, of cars on the street and commuters on the sidewalk.

I had expected to wake up on the floor after last night, to feel the carpet and chalk beneath me thanks to my sudden collapse. However, I instead find myself in an extremely comfortable bed and tucked in under numerous warm blankets with care. The gears in my head begin to turn, rusted up by my morning malaise, as I try to work out what the hell had happened.

Mix & Match - Part Two

"Well...Maybe just one" I say with a smirk, reaching into the water-like mass as I begin to paw around.

As my hand passes into the partially transparent wall of features I begin to strain my eyes, searching for something to test this whole thing with. Waving my hand around I finally wrap my fingers around something, ripping it out of the cascade as I bring my hand back up to my eye level. Resting in the small glowing orb is an image of wavy dark red hair, hanging around some unidentifiable person's neck in an array of curls.

Mix & Match - Part One

Pacing around my meager apartment I constantly glance between the kitchen window and the clock on my phone. Beyond the clean pane of glass I can see the intense glow of the moon outside, a dull red color beginning to overtake the bright white of the full moon.

"Five more minutes" I mutter breathlessly, grinding my teeth as I find my gaze drifting to the torn and aged page resting on my coffee table.

Walking over I snatch up the large and fragile piece of paper, straining my vision as I try to read it in the dim light of my living room. Moving slowly about the small apartment I begin to light candle after candle, the large black wax cylinders giving me barely enough light to read the page.