NervousMan woke up in the early evening.
Lately his days had been getting shorter and shorter. But then, NervousMan thought, this happens around this year everytime. Days are short, nights are long.
Soon it will be springtime, thought NervousMan. Then, there will be sunshine filtering down through the green leaves on the trees and there will be butterflies, he thought, and strawberries. But now it is wintertime. And things are cold and wet.
NervousMan's bladder ached for release. He held it back with his will. He looked at the clock across the room. He had slept nearly 10 hours. NervousMan's bed felt nice and warm, but soon, he would have to get out of it to go to the bathroom.
NervousMan rubbed his eyes. He tried to recall what he was dreaming about just a few minutes ago. Was it something to do with horses? Or was he in some kind of a predicament.
Usually, NervousMan's dreams had to do with predicaments. He could imagine himself in bed, sleeping and dreaming, his brow furrowed, his eyes closed tight, dreaming very hard as he tried to figure his way out of the dream-predicament he had gotten himself into.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
NervousMan was startled. Who could it be? NervousMan didn't really know anybody. No one ever called NervousMan except people trying to sell things.
The phone rang again.
Perhaps NervousMan should answer it, he thought to himself.
NervousMan reached over and touched the smooth phone and lifted the receiver, bringing it slowly to his ear.
"H-hello?" said NervousMan, nervously.
"Hello" a gravelly voice said on the other end of the line.
There was a moment of silence where NervousMan tried to figure out what to say next.
"I want to suck you," said the voice, in a deep whisper.
"You do?" said NervousMan, his eyes wide.
Then, the line went dead.
NervousMan hung up the phone, slowly. He wondered who it could be that wanted to 'suck' him.
He didn't know.
NervousMan felt nervous.
Throwing back the covers of the bed, NervousMan walked unevenly toward his bathroom. There he relieved himself, thinking that the bubbling urine looked like little clear yellow marbles, all in a bunch.
He flushed.
And then he thought, "What now?"
NervousMan remembered the warm bed. He could go out, and get something to eat. Or he could go back to bed.
But, thought NervousMan, I have already slept for so long.
Just a little while longer, thought NervousMan. After all, there were so many things outside of the bed that made NervousMan nervous.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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