A figure appears. The drowsy morning fog yet to free my brain. His face hidden. He bares a resemblance to death. Black hood and covered arms and legs. There’s direction but no gaze involved.
He walks toward a table in the dining room. I’m in the room next door. I’m immediately becomes to follow. A large leather bound black book appears on the table with the sweep of his arm. There’s a black streamer half way. The gold lined pages are worn on the first half, but clean below the streamer.
“Look of you wish. It’s the life you will have lived. Once opened you can not stop viewing the scenes. Every breath is there, including the last one!” I’m not sure this was spoken but I hear it.
I’m staring at the book. I can feel it draw me in. My eyes lock on the streamer. Is that what I lived? Is that what I have left? My mind starts to figure, am I halfway? It’s looks like more than that. .. no it’s not possible. Life could be longer. Maybe I do less in the future. What do I do next? That move does it happen? Do I get to run that business? Travel will I see the world?
I can’t hold back my hands. I got to see. I knew seeing my death is with knowing my life. It’s just got to be.
My hands tingle to the touch of the black leather. I sweep the cover open in a quick flash. My mind is open. My eyes feast on the first image.
“Beep….beep…beep” the alarm clock pulls back the book from me.
I wake and stumble out of the bedroom. Starting at me is a book. The streamer hangs out like in the dream. I know what it is. I walk mindlessly to the table.
“No, I can’t do it. I want to be surprised with my next moment. The magic of a first kiss. The first view of a new world. Even the end had to be better with new eyes. Today I start filling up more pages.”
I let the book disappear. Unopened.
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