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I was watching the setting sun from my window. The golden sky shimmered, it glowed. I began to feel tired. But why? It was only thirty minutes after six. Then I fell asleep, in my chair.
When I awoke my clock said six-thirty. Had I slept for twelve hours? Was that the rising sun?
It couldn’t be, for the sun rises in the east, sets in the west. That way east…this way…
I saw a cat on my lawn, a bird on a branch, motionless. Then my kids appeared then my friends, unmoving. I pinched myself, felt nothing.
The end.
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Wonderfully mysterious, Keith
Thanks so much, Neil.
Nuclear war?
Not exactly, he’s best descibed as the waking dead!
Very intriguing story Keith. At first I thought it was going to be about daylight saving time.
Haha, don’t start me on that! Thanks, Sadje.
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I think that is what they call a cat nap! hehehe
That’s one way of putting it!
Frozen in time?
It shouldn’t be too cold up there!
The eternal sleep?
Yes, I’d like to think he had a happy life!
Me too
That was very unnerving Keith!
It even gave me the creeps!
That is very eerie Keith, a good tale – but I hope the afterlife is a bit more lively 😄
I’d like to think so, Ange!
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zombie?
Not exactly! The poor fella died, he didn’t fall asleep at all!
Oh no
Dear Keith,
That would be a rude awakening of sorts.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’ve often wondered what I’d see if I, like this chap, woke up to find myself dead!
Sounds like dinner time forever. Yum! Nice story, Keith.
I like the idea of that, though what we’ll be fed in the afterlife I can’t imagine!
Probably something interesting.
Excellent and spooky.
Thanks, Mimi!
The end, where it’s always 6:30. Such a well-told story, Keith.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who thought the view looked a little off.
he must be dead. time for guardian angel to wake him up. 🙂
Indeed he is, plaridel.
Intriguing story ~ well written ~ thanks,
an artist reflects
I heard that life creeps up on you, occasionally it just creeps away.
Oops, oh dear what happened? Do tell! (If you can).
The big sleep …. the best possible way to go.
A very different write for you, dear Keith. Well done!