Awake At LastA Chapter by Brad Baum My eyes burst open,
Quickly adjusting to the dim light that hangs
above my head. Cold steel cuts into blistering skin. I reach down, my fingers running over the metal
links Connecting the rings that wrap around my ankles And
the sturdy table that sits before me. I flex my legs, kick out my feet, writhe and
thrash about, But to no avail. I’m stuck. Mind pacing, heart racing. Am I dreaming? Are these lucid images That bounce off of my retinas real? I shift in my chair. The cuffs dig in to my
bruised ankles. No. Golden slumbers have not filled my eyes. I’m
wide awake. Panic ensues. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Relaxed, to an extent, I take in my surroundings. A beautiful hourglass lies directly in front of
me, Gravity slowly pulling on the grains of sand. I look to the right. A glass of water, slice of bread and bowl of soup, Wisps of steam rise from the tepid surface. Still warm. To my left, a stunning red rose sits in a vase of
deep blue. Rose. Images of an empty porch swing flash before my
eyes. “ROSE!” My hand instantly jumps to my mouth, as the scream
echoes throughout the room. Soft footsteps can be heard as someone quietly
moves down the hallway. The rattling of keys, the click of the lock, as
the knob slowly turns, The door standing ajar. The silhouette of a masked
man Glides across the floor, joining me at the table. “Hello Peter.” © 2011 Brad BaumReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 25, 2011 Last Updated on March 26, 2011 AuthorBrad BaumAboutI am currently a junior at the University of Illinois, majoring in English and minoring in Secondary Education. I have a passion for reading, writing and music, three things that ultimately brought me.. more..Writing
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