Dream On
By
Robert J Gehrke
Robert J Gehrke
I had just stopped short of leaping to my death when I heard a buzzing of some sort in my ears. My pursuant stopped a few feet from me to listen to what I could only assumed to be the same noise I was hearing. He looked at me with a questionable tilt of the head and raised one brow as if to ponder the sound along with me. Then fear replaced the odd look on his face and he just faded away. As I stood there on the edge of the roof I realized what was happening. It was that damned alarm clock. That damn lifesaving alarm clock.
As I saw everything around me fade to black, I opened my eyes to see my dingy little room with the tiny little bed I was sleeping in, and my annoying little alarm clock. Oh, but how blessed I was to have that noisy little alarm clock to save me from yet another unspeakable deadly dream.
I was awake now, and glad to be so. I turned on the tiny lamp next to my bed so I could get my bearings in the little apartment I lived in. My apartment was way down deep in the dungeons of this vast building I also worked in.
I couldn’t complain much. They gave me a home, fed me, clothed me, and hired me to do a job. A job I was particularly good at and they knew it too. I could eat anything I wanted to at all hours in any of the fabulous restaurants in the building. I received clean cool uniforms both work and dress to wear daily with comfortable under clothes, and shiny black shoes. I lived in this little apartment because I was kind of on call at all times when they needed me. I carried a cell phone with which they could call me at a moment’s notice. Most people would just call me a janitor, but they called me the executive janitor because I did much more than just clean things up.
I had a specialty. I made things disappear. That’s right, into thin air. I didn’t clean floors, or windows, or toilets, I cleaned up what you might call messes. I had a knack of being able to make whatever needed to be gone, gone, or what ever had to be done, done. I can’t go into the details of how I thought I received these special powers. Simply, I was just born this way. At least that’s what they tell me.
Because I was so prized by the management, they took good care of me. Many other fellow employees loathed me, and there was quite a high price on my head from the competitors of the people I worked for. Needless to say, I lived a life of high excitement, and suspicious intrigue.
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As I saw everything around me fade to black, I opened my eyes to see my dingy little room with the tiny little bed I was sleeping in, and my annoying little alarm clock. Oh, but how blessed I was to have that noisy little alarm clock to save me from yet another unspeakable deadly dream.
I was awake now, and glad to be so. I turned on the tiny lamp next to my bed so I could get my bearings in the little apartment I lived in. My apartment was way down deep in the dungeons of this vast building I also worked in.
I couldn’t complain much. They gave me a home, fed me, clothed me, and hired me to do a job. A job I was particularly good at and they knew it too. I could eat anything I wanted to at all hours in any of the fabulous restaurants in the building. I received clean cool uniforms both work and dress to wear daily with comfortable under clothes, and shiny black shoes. I lived in this little apartment because I was kind of on call at all times when they needed me. I carried a cell phone with which they could call me at a moment’s notice. Most people would just call me a janitor, but they called me the executive janitor because I did much more than just clean things up.
I had a specialty. I made things disappear. That’s right, into thin air. I didn’t clean floors, or windows, or toilets, I cleaned up what you might call messes. I had a knack of being able to make whatever needed to be gone, gone, or what ever had to be done, done. I can’t go into the details of how I thought I received these special powers. Simply, I was just born this way. At least that’s what they tell me.
Because I was so prized by the management, they took good care of me. Many other fellow employees loathed me, and there was quite a high price on my head from the competitors of the people I worked for. Needless to say, I lived a life of high excitement, and suspicious intrigue.
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and in Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
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