A toast to you V

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A Toast to You V

Turning to close the door, a surreal arctic breeze crossed my path.  Where did that come from I thought to myself.  Sometimes strange things that happen in our life leaves us at a loss without words to describe the events and this ponder of life verses the unknown tends to bruise our ego.  No matter what people might think about the eerie cold breeze, they always scramble to explain it, of course I was no different.  I search the house for a broken window, open door or a malfunctioning attic fan but nothing was out of the norm.  Beside, with all of this checking I failed to notices the balmy eighty-degrees in the mid evening air.

The dim lighting casted many shadows on every area that the beige painted room reflected, especially when car lights squeaked through the venetian blinds forming strange patterns on the walls.  To top this off, the combination of the eerie calm, darting chill and visional effect seemed to invite a typical haunted house.  Although making the connection still seemed as a long shot, I would not want to bet against it. 

I thought, Right now would be a great opportunity for an elegant glass of Brandy since leaving reality couldn’t be any worse than the reality I already left.  Sipping on the eighty proof concoctions would walk me to the outer edge of the twilight zone and just maybe step into a reasoning that made sense to me. 

I had no interest in watching television, for the news was out in left field, the movies were re-runs and the soaps…I just could get my mind off Christine.  I thought if she had just a little bit more color (she displays a ghostly image, my God almost to the point of anemic)  she would be the “hottest” woman all men chase after and few get.  She seemed Idea, nothing I could express wouldn’t endorse her smoking hot figure, relativity of intelligent, and pleasant facial attributes.  I could still smell her fragrant that lingered in the room and on my clothes, prolonging my agony while hampering my spiraling logic.

Just trying to relax grew concerns about why the appearance of Christine sitting in the recliner, kept popping in my head, for she never sat in that recliner.  As I walk to the recliner, her perfume drifted up to my nostrils and gave every indication that she had sat there.  Even the imprint left over by the weight of a person, is evidence that a finely curved butt had planted itself in that chair.  This is utterly strange and merits some investigation.

I heard a woman’s voice asking me if I wanted some toast, although the television volume wasn’t on, and nobody was in the house be me.  Is it the isolation I have condemned myself with or the glass of Brandy having a mild effect of delusion?  The chill once again filled the still air and shocked my senses but this time to a greater degree than before.  Let’s face it, I’m now freaking out and I am heading down to the padded room delirium.

The phone ringing broke the silence and was a welcome relief as I jumped to my feet to answer it. 

“Hello,”

“Hi Joey, it’s Christine, I wanted to apologize for causing a calamity while trying to mix business with pleasure.  I find you very attractive and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Oh, hi Christine, forgive you for finding me attractive, that tickles my funny-bone, but in all honesty, I felt the same way about you and if I wasn't in a freak-out phase, I would have gone there.”

“Could I make it up to you?”

“Well, sure, when would you like to get together again?”

“Um, would now be ok?”

“Sure, come back over.”

I turned to straighten the room up when the bell rang, the toilet began to run, the light burned out in the lamp and the television suddenly turned-off, and if that didn’t weird me out nothing was going to.

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[Wildfleour]

This is definitely getting odd...........