It had been another vicious spring; each week brought a thunderstorm more violent then the last. Tonight's storm had me fighting for sleep; pulling the pillow over my head just wasn't working anymore. Dreams defied my restless night and I give up hope of catching any deep sleep. The lightning flashes over the entire sky, the florescent spider webs woven across the heavens. If you looked hard enough you could catch a glimpse of the storms power, the clouds full and heavy ready to release their tears of frustration at a moments notice. The wrath of Gods scream out with the crashing thunder, warning all to take cover, this night could be an evil one!
I try to take cover in sleep but I can not find the solitude I am looking for, the rain now pouring down, creating more noise to block my needed sleep. I toss and turn and turn and toss, as the rhythm of the rain patters its slumber breaking dance on my roof. I finally give up the fight and decide to head downstairs and have a coffee and cigarette. I know the caffeine will hinder any last chance of sleep but since that battle is already lost, I welcome the warmth.
I light my smoke and inhale the toxic temptation, feeling guilty for giving in once again. I contemplate quitting the nasty habit for the umpteenth time. My record had been four months of not bending to the whip of my master nicotine. As I pull the poison into my lungs I decide to watch God's lightshow and open the blinds to get a better view, chills run down my spine as the scene unfolds before me.
All of a sudden the wind comes to a complete stand still, not even a whisper can be heard. The hard rain stops cold and an eerie silence holds the air. No thunder roared as the lightning continued is fierce flashing. It was becoming brighter and brighter, soon the flashes burned so brilliant I have to cover my eyes from their radiance. When the lightning came to its brightest point a monstrous CRASH blasts out loud, my ears pain from the tremendous detonation. I quickly try to cover them in vain, the damage already done.
"Why am I feeling rain now?" I say to myself out loud. I look up and see my front bay window shattered, no not shatter, rather complete vanished! I look around to search for its remnants and find none, no glass on the floor, no glass outside in the grass, like some giant vacuum sucked it out from its place. I assume a small tornado must have ripped it out. But then I feel myself lifting off the ground. I scream as a reach for the couch, trying to hold myself in place. Then I notice I am the only object suspended in the wicked air. I can hear myself still screaming and I try to fight the grasp I am in but fail in my attempts, soon I am completely parallel to my hard wood floor. Entirely paralyzed I just submit to the unknown clutches that have their hold on me. "I must be dead," I think, probably killed from that tornado that ripped the window out and now I am just going through the steps to bring me to the after life.
Shortly I would find out nothing was further from the truth! I feel myself floating now and everything appears so bright to me. It looks to be around ten in the morning as opposed to the 2:30am of the present time. All I see is in super slow motion; I swear I see the grass growing like you would when you watch a time elapse film, as I am floating out my missing bay window. After I get to the middle of my front yard I start to float upward. Toward a cloud so dark it could represent death itself, I soar. Soon I am swallowed in the blackness, lost in a void of nothingness, uncontrollable sleep grips me and I give myself to the darkness.
My eyelids flutter like a moths wings as I awake from my slumber. I try to move my body but only my head can respond. Panic seizes me as I see that I am laid out on a chrome like table in the middle of a humungous pure white room, completely naked. I feel like a patient on an operating room table in the center of a white painted football stadium. I can feel the eyes on me. I know someone or something is observing me. Perhaps I am dead and God is just waiting to give his judgment, going over all my past sins. I shake my head, still groggy as if I am coming off a potent narcotic.
To my right the whiteness suddenly opens up, I think here comes my verdict, and I really hope it is heaven. But instead of God in walks, if you could call it a walk more like hovering, three unknown creatures. The creatures have big dark eyes planted deep inside their big grey heads. There are four of them and they are all totally naked. There are two males, obvious from the grotesque looking penises that were dangling between their legs and two females; they sported vaginas and breasts not unlike any human female.
