Tanel

Tanel awakes in the middle of the night, and he’s drenched in sweat. He takes a deep breath in realization that it was just a horrible nightmare; his face smells of sweat and tears as he rises to his feet. He abandons the comfort of his bed and grabs a joint from his bedroom cabinet, and decides to go for an evening stroll around the stale neighborhood. The evening is despondent, and its accomplice is a dreadfully chilly breeze that creates an apprehensive atmosphere. The night sky darkens as it shields the stars from the planets natural inhabitants; crickets sing in desperation to get laid while Tanel lights his joint. Reefer flows through the dreadful breeze as if were just passing by like everybody else in his life. Tanel’s skin induces goose bumps and begins to numb, just like his emotions. The nightmare wasn’t a nightmare at all; it was a memory of his life. So alone and in love; Tanel ponders about the women in his life or lack thereof. He’s not getting any younger but life always seems to repeat itself; to never be wanted is to never be noticed at all. No matter how many of his close friends tell him to be patient and “She’ll come around”, he’s not too sure he believes it anymore; or anything for that matter. What once fulfilled his life with joy and enlightenment has begun to deteriorate, like a full moon. It once brought a smile to his face, but now it just reminds him of how alone he really is. Perhaps the morning star will lift his hopeless spirit, but for now he will wander through life being the genuine “nice guy”. We all know where they end up. Tanel flicks the joint and crawls back into his comfy cot, hoping for a better tomorrow. 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Tanel wanders the night in loneliness, hoping it will fade as dawn breaks; but it does not; he smokes joints to forget his pain. He desperately wants a girlfriend, but it doesn't work out for him. His friends give him hope he will find one. Not a worthy night for Tanel, so he crawls back under the covers, hoping the next day will be ring him hope. Nice Write
Best, B
PS please be patient, I don't get to stories very often.

[Samuel Dickens]

Excellent. Very enjoyable, I followed Tanel on his late night trek and sensed his feelings of longing. Having experienced something similar many years ago, his shoes fit me well.