Amy continued to dance. Her light colored dress, and modestly sequined top, flourished through the air with every step she took. Her arms stretched out above her head, like the branches of a tall old tree that has weathered many contemplative years of being a part of the forest. It was at this moment, Amy transcended.
Finally, after years of dancing in clubs and bars to bad DJ's and worse karaoke, Amy had reached the pinnacle of nirvana. She watched as her spirit rose out of her body and hovered slightly above her still moving flesh prison. Suddenly, in a rush of noise and light, her spirit careened outward into the ether.
It was in this place she saw it. The voice that had spoken to her in so many dreams. In that place it was nothing but a formless white void, but here in this place it had shape.
"Son of a bitch...", Amy said out loud.
If there could be a representation of every guy Amy hated seeing on her spiritual quest, it would be this shape. Although this shape was also a baby. This baby had on a muscle shirt, a backwards cap, razor thin chinstrap, and tribal tattoos everywhere. (Even though the baby was clearly white. NOT from New Zealand as the tattoos would have you think. No he was not a Mauri, he was just a dumb white baby.)
"Gloobyglahbago", said the dumb white baby.
Amy heard what the baby said, and knew how to interpret it. She could understand all languages is this state of being, and she knew the baby was being a dick.
"Screw you dick baby.", Amy yelled.
The baby took the red bull and vodka it was drinking and threw it on the ground. It then floated away on the mists.
For so long, Amy had searched for this place. Years she spent scouring ancient texts in order to find this hallowed ground of house music lovers and molly poppers. But when she finally arrived, all she found was a baby that was a dick.
After this revelation, the yank was instantaneous. She felt her spirit careen back, and slam hard into her body. When she awoke everything was different. She remembered being in the club, not minutes ago. But now, everything was dilapidated. A lone cat stared at her just long enough for her to become uncomfortable. What happened? She had barely been gone at all. It might have been five minutes at max. The appearance of the room suggested that years had passed.
"Damn stupid baby." Amy said, as the flooding realization came over her that she had been gone for an insane amount of time.
The cat strolled over, and pooped on her shoes.
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