A Day in the Life of an Imaginative Insomniac
The Phantom Toll-Bell
A bell tolls in the distance just as I'm about to sip essence of immortality from a diamond-encrusted gold goblet. The sudden overbearing sound of the bell startles me, causing me to drop my goblet. Drat! Oh well.
My white horse grazes nearby, underneath the purple and pink ribbons of sky. A gentle breeze blows the remaining evening - or morning - clouds away.
I pick up my goblet, now empty and walk away from the large tree house that had been giving me shelter. After effortlessly climbing up onto the back of my beautiful white mare, I tuck the goblet into my sack and the bell tolls again. This time the sound is louder, startling my mare... who doesn't seem to have a name. Oops. Okay, um... let's call her Angel just to give her a name.
Angel here, reels on her hind hooves and I hold on with all my might not to be thrust off the horse's back. Just when Angel settles on all four legs again, that irritating bell tolls again. Sheesh! How often is that blasted bell supposed to ring anyway?
My so-called angel of a horse throws me off her back - but I don't feel a thing - and rides off into the setting - or is it rising? - sun. The sky darkens, looming above my head like an omen. The grass beneath me feels suddenly plush but there's a tremour beneath the plushness.
Darkness is coming all around me. I feel my body pressing harder into the plushness that can't possibly grass. The tree house ceases to exist, the darkness turns to brightness.
I open my eyes and LO AND BEHOLD! I'm lying on the carpet, my phone on the bed above, loudly blaring for the world to hear. There's no grass, no horse, no tree house, no sky - unless you want to count the ceiling.
I grope for the cell phone on the bed above and hold it close to my face, squinting to see the time. 12: 17 PM. Oh man! Not again! Well... there goes my morning!
Household Gnomes and Arachs
Gripping the bed, I pull myself up and settle on the disheveled sheets. It seems that little house gnomes were messing with my bedding again last night! For once I would like to wake up with the sheets still on the bed. Stupid, imaginary creatures! Why must they torment me so?
What's that noise? I look up. There's the little critter. So cute, so small, so BAD. She is known as Xena - no, not the warrior princess - the warrior PUPPY. Get it right. You see, naming an animal can be just as important as naming a person. First you have to consider the first thing you should consider. Then you consider the second thing, whatever that is. Got it? So that's how I named my puppy.
So now Xena is whining. Why? Because the gnomes messed up the bed again, that's why! Allow me to give you a brief history of house gnomes. They usually live in their own small houses in forests and they sneak into human houses to disorganise things and cause mild chaos. It's their idea of a prank. Very funny guys! But I'm on to you.
Then there are the arachs - eight-legged creatures that creep along the wooden floors of my house, waiting for the moment when I'm lying there reading a book to descend right atop my glasses and shout "boo!" Well, I exaggerate a bit. The Arachian race doesn't shout. I doubt they even make sounds. Now, their counterparts, the flying incectiod makes annoying buzzing sounds in your ear but their domain is mainly the kitchen area where they await human food.
A Song of Hubodia
2 PM. Have I eaten breakfast yet? No. Aww, man! Don't tell me that sly elvin from Yonderland hypnotised me with another Hubodia song. It always makes me yearn to stay on HubPages for the entire day. Seriously Mr. Elf, I'm heading back to school soon, that hubodia song has got to go... at least during the week days.
Still, I'm all Hubmanic as usual... here on the computer reading tales galore and expanding my knowledge base so that I could impress Senor Owl when I return to Younderland.
3:20 PM. Okay, my mum is going to be home soon and and I'm still all hubmanic. Today that hubodia song had a lasting impact on me, turning me into a couch potato - or rather a bed potato. I can't seem to take my eyes off the computer screen. For crying out loud! Release me you vile charm! *sigh* Why bother?
Well, it's time to take the warrior pup out for a walk and when I return, back to the magical world through my computer screen I go. I'll whip up another chapter of a story in 20 minutes. Or maybe today will be an editing day. It's about time that 10-year-old book got published. What am I waiting for? Oh, that's right. I'm waiting for the King Bookworm to grant me with some moolah so that I CAN publish the book. Maybe when I get to Yonderland I'll ask Speckles - a very smart fox - to review my book. That sounds like a plan.
Faddle Pixies and the 5 to 8 Daze
Well, between 5 PM and 8 PM, the Faddle Pixies put me in a daze. I simply can't remember what I do between 5 and 8. Had I gone to Yonderland? I don't recall. Well, I think I did some housework, yup. That's what I did. I had to clean up after those meddling house gnomes. I wish I can find the little pests and teach them a lesson once and for all.
Stay away from my bed so I wouldn't have to make it up every morning and stop tossing clothes and books around my room. Because then I'm left to clean the mess up. Oh and the dishes! Why must they always use the dishes and who has to wash them??? That will be mum - yelling at me to do the dishes! Ugh!
Oh, I think the Faddle Pixies' daze spell is wearing off because I remembered what I usually at seven. I feed and walk the warrior pup and then endure spontaneous moments of pouncing and nipping on her behalf. It's not all vicious though. The tough little pup has some playfulness in her... if her example of good fun is leaving puncture marks on my forearm!
Pre-twilight time. No, not the vampire book series, MY Pre-Twilight Time - starting at 9 or 10 PM. It's time to re-fuel my creative juices. Time for the Magic Moving Picture, a.k.a. the television, endearingly called Telly. Telly provides me with sparks of ideas that radiates from its electric core to my not-so-electric core. Since I don't HAVE any basic cable or anything similar, movies are my companion. They never let me down.
What will it be today? Deja Vu? Courage Under Fire? Freedom Writers? Harry Potter? 2010? Pursuit of Happyness... why is this title spelt wrong? That annoys me. Sorry - I digress. Fantasy, action, drama, romance (eww)? Hmm... Maybe I'll just get back to my writing or read a book! Reading a book sounds splendid! So reading a book it is!
"They say a book in the hand is worth two in a tree" - hence the photograph to the right of this text. Surely you've heard of the saying. Very popular. Very true...
Midnight and after midnight is when my creativty really peaks. Listening to the forest nypms chirping outside my window provides the perfect level of serenity needed for my me-time. This is when I get the most writing done. Between midnight and dawn I've composed a few books - of course not all in one midnight-to-dawn sitting but hopefully you catch my drift.
My me-time used to last until 2 AM. Now I find those Dree Pixies have gotten lazy. They used to get me to sleep no later than 2. They're slacking I tell you.
8 AM the Dree Pixies are literally trying to push me into bed, calling for back up from the Faddle Pixies. The house gnomes are cross because they didn't get to do their daily pranks, seeing that this insomniac was still wide awake reading and writing, adventuring into La La Land instead of the Dreamy Yonderland.
Well, 8 AM was my limit. Then the Dree and Faddle Pixies gave up on me. The Arachs dozed longer than usual and Angel was neighing at the back of my mind, calling me to Yonderland. At last, my computer burning my legs, birds chirping beneath sunny skies outside, I fall down the hole that is sleep and into Yonderland.
I pick up the diamond-encrusted gold goblet that contains the immortality water. I need that water because at the sleepless rate I'm going, I'm probably bound for a fast aging process but again, the bell tolls and I'm back in the crazy world called life....