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Short Story: Don't go Changing! Part (1)
Don’t go Changing!
As he threw himself on the couch, listening to those thoughts, which he had had stored
In his mind, hoping that his recollection, of this beautiful night, would not fail him.
This chair which he threw himself in, without even thinking of the strength of the materials of which it was made .
All he knew, is that he was excited and also the happiest he has been in quite some time.
He knew that the person he had seen and met this day was noting short of an angel,
And that angel had asked him, what was his name?
This question was not because he made any advances at her, or did anything
that was outwardly visible to even advance such a question. Each and every thought that crossed his mind as he sat in that concert looking at her and listening to her beautiful voice as she sang. Each and every emotion that he felt, was shared only between himself and God.
Whatever it was that took this usually shy fellow, up and out of his seat, leading him to the front of that podium, where this angel stood, was something that he would never be able
It seem as if, all that he actually remembered, was seeing her, shaking her hands, and she
asking him, what was his name?
The clouds that he have sense been floating on, are not named in any study of the universe
It could only be described by him that was experiencing it.
As he lay in that couch, allowing his mind to lock those deep chambers, where he believed
This heavenly information is stored.
So that regardless of the outcome of this moment as he goes off to sleep,
He will be able to let the experience
Of this day be forever used as the guidelines by which he will follow,
And through this means he will seek and select his future princess.
Those beautiful songs she was singing, made it almost like being in the midst of a
Heavenly choir singing songs that was sincere and clean.
With the angelic voices flowing smoothly in his mind.
Remembering to always be asking him, if he was dreaming.
The more intently he listened,
The sweeter the sound and the more it captured his soul, again and again
He reminded himself
To keep giving his undivided attention, wanting to be sure he is definitely not dreaming.
It was always the very same results he felt the needed to be listening
He was feeling a bit thirsty, so he got up headed to the refrigerator, as soon as he opened
The door of the refrigerator he heard this faint knock on his front door.
Unsure of who, or what it was. He found me tiptoeing across the room, towards that door,
Since he had already put out the lights, only that small light from the refrigerator was on,
Just dimly lit.
As he was about to lean forward into the door, to have a look through the tiny peephole,
He heard “Knock, knock, knock,” and there it was again, almost a signal special call.
He was a bit scared, new to this place, and as he was not expecting anyone,
The knock on the door scared did little startling on him, he almost went down,
Just narrowly avoiding what might have looked like he was acting like a clown
Would in fact be a terrible fall, down into the basement?
He was not in this place long enough; he totally forgot it was even there.
Then the very strangest thing happened, he heard this voice calling his name real softly
As if to say I know you are in there, kind of tone, now he knew it was time to open
But who could possibly know his, he wondered, and who could even know he lived there?
He opened the door, and there was the very same angel he saw earlier this day,
Here he is wondering what now, can a person in this situation say?
A sight that could now possibly make him believe even more that nothing was real and
All this is simply his mind playing tricks on him. He kept saying silently to himself.
She could not know where he was staying, he did not tell her, being some what dazed and confused
Here he is staring dead into the eyes of the same angel, he had seen earlier this night,
Not too long ago and she had asked him;
What was his name?
Don’t know what to say, no words would come out. But just then, that voice he had
Enjoyed listening to, as it sang those heavenly songs, only a short time before
Which no doubt had helped eased those pains, which is what had lead him to be in this area
And attend this concert to begin with.
He was now shaking uncontrollably; this visit had taken him to a place,
Of almost Hypnotic proportions.
He was trying very hard, just to remember even a note, from one of the songs she sang.
He keep telling himself, maybe he was not really there in the concert and this is truly
A dream and he was listening to this only while he was dreaming.
But for some great reason he did not want to come out of these
New areas of the dream that were possibly make it the best dream he ever had.
But there was something strange, he has dreamt many times before.
This was something new, and she seems like if she knew something,
She was sure of something, it was there, in her eyes, and she never stopped
Looking at him, as if confirming, what she knew.
But the only thing that was different for him in his past dreams, was that never before
Had he graced her presence in this way, no dream was so real, and that look in her eyes,
Was even more hypnotic, than when she sang from a distance away, he could now
Reach out and touch this angel.
No lack of familiarity here, on what he was expecting this situation to be.
But there she was and his heart is screaming, but the rest of him was not answering,
But just then, he removed his eyes from her stare, and looked to the outside,
Where it was already bright, he was trying to hold steady, but his nerves was
Getting the better of him, and just then she said;
The brightness was up, the stare was long and the silence had him dumbfounded,
The morning was ending with this great surprise of a new beginning
Again he asked himself, was this really happening?
The concert was over, he knew it was quite late, but the voice from that concert of this night
Had already sealed his fate.
He then said to her, I hope it was not too difficult finding your way here.
Then he suddenly felt the need to say: Wait, hold on here! Can you please, do me a favor?
She asked him, what can I do for you?
She then said ok I know! I know.
You want me to leave, and come back another time or call you on the phone.
That is true, that it really correct, what am I doing here?
He said no no no, not any of those. I need you to do something different.
Excitedly she said what? What?
He then shouted with a great big smile on his face.
Can you Pinch me! Pinch me! Please pinch me read hard! Let me know that I am not dreaming.
She then pinched him and said, it this hard enough? He said yes! Yes!
Then she said, oh my dad and a few of my bodyguards are outside in the limo,
Uh, I almost forgot, let me tell them something.
He then said ok, I will come with you, still thinking he was dreaming, he headed straight
Out to the other door that leads to the outside. No sooner had he stepped outside, the
Door slammed shut, his keys were in his over jacket that was on the inside.
He just locked himself out. lol.
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Part (2) which is very exciting will be here soon.
To be cont………………………………
- Short Story: Don't go Changing! Part(2)
There are lives that simply goes on for an entire lifetime and nothing whatsoever excited happens then there are lives where the things that happens are nothing short of miraculous.