It’s been ten days since the last time I slept, ten long and almost neverending days since I first saw that mysterious woman. It was at an office party and we both seemed out of place there. Me because I don’t like parties and the only reason I attended was because I was forced to. Her because she was a stranger, one nobody recalled inviting but how could anyone forget such a thing was beyond me.
Ever since that unexpected encounter, I haven’t been able to function straight, plagued by this constant insomniac state. I can feel it everywhere around me, eating away my strength and sanity in a slow and deliberate fashion. The song I believe I heard plays on the back of my mind repeatedly, yet it’s not the only thing haunting me. There are also the visions, the daydreams, the recurring images of her, sometimes dressed, sometimes naked under a blanket of rain. I see her whenever I turn on the TV, I see her walking down the street when I look through the window, I see her standing in front of the computer I’m using to type this: an ominous phantom with a strange message for me.
Words? What words? And why would saying them would change the state I’m in, suddenly giving me permission to sleep? It makes no sense. Nothing does. The meaning of this sentence still eludes me. What are the rules of this wicked game I, somehow, got entangled in? I’m so tired of thinking, analyzing, deconstructing… I need to…
There she is, in my bathtub, a blonde temptation enjoying the sensual pleasure of a bubble bath. I’m awestruck, confused… I must be delirious… My consciousness is once again playing tricks on me because I’m unable to rest.
“Say the words and you can sleep!” she replies, looking right through me. She knows my body is weak, my mind a filthy mess, and seems to be enjoying it all. A splash of bubbly water falls next to my feet and I catch a glimpse of a green and a purple tail waving from side to side.
“Of course, you do. You’ve always known them. The words you need to say have been deep inside you ever since our paths crossed. I came here, today, because I know you’re ready to say them out loud…”
“I must obey.”
No, it wasn’t, and the consequences of what I just said can’t be avoided. I’m bowing right now before her, but this simple gesture is turning into something else by the second. My legs are heavy, pulling everything above them into a liquid abyss in which I’m sure I’ll drown. I yawn, and the sleep I had longed for drops in fast, numbing self-awareness and the will to resist her ever again. Sweet darkness takes its place, eternal servitude, oblivion….