the light at the end of the tunnel
I tried to focus on the patterns of light. Lots of people write lots of poems about dappling shadows of leaves, right? They are supposed to be so calming. I watched them until finally I focused.
Plaid circles of light danced in front of me, on the water and on the knees of my green velvet leggings. It really was calming, a nice simple thing to focus on, and interesting. The light was coming from a tiny man hole like thing, full of spiders and years worth of cobwebs, and there was a screen of sorts on top - perhaps what was plaiding the circles of light? - that made me guess it might be meant to be a storm drain of sorts.
Dancing, dappling cirlces of light. Plaid. I never was good at poetry. Sighing, I leaned back against the grimey wall. My hair would have all sorts of gunk in it but it didn't matter at this point. I was already quite wet and muddy. I pulled my knees up to my chest and the wet velvet felt funny, but whenever I'm uncertain, it calms me to press something between my breasts. It sounds a bit funny, but thats what breasts are for. And, I was cold. The small bit of wet heat I could trap that way was welcome.
And then, more waiting. I was confused, and was having trouble focusing attention for long, and didn't know where I was, as if I just woke up. I remembered being told to sit and wait here, in the tiny patch of light, by some male voice. I tried to get up after he seemed to have left, but I didn't seem to have any balence, and my hands were bound with something behind my back. I decided I didn't want to think about it, because everything is harder to do when I'm freaked out. I'll just try to get some semblance of balance and focus and walk away, I thought.
As I was about to attempt getting up again, and looked toward the opening of the tunnel, I saw a woman. It had been compleatly silent save the sound of water and bugs and things. The tunnel opened out onto plants and things, a creek, and there was a trickling of ivy like a shredded and sparse curtain, which the lady seemed to be... playing with? She and the ivy were silouetted, with just sprinklings of greens and skin. As she was spinning and splashing the water about, I realized she was naked. I could barely tell, with just the little bits of telltale pink skittering across bits of her body. Beautiful. I was mesmerized. Who would be dancing naked by the light of the tunnel? It is so silly! I heard her laugh, a tiny little gleeful laugh, like when you are staring intently at a grasshopper, and then it suddenly hopps off, almost hitting your nose. This was too much- I let out a laugh.
Then she stopped, turned to face me. Her whole demeanor changed from whimsical to strong and protective, and unfortunatly, perhaps a little antagonistic. I tried to sink more into my wet cold and hungery egg-shape. As she walked toward me, I could see she was very tall. I could also see that her skin was weirdly mottled and patchwork, like she had every ethnicity fighting a war over which peice of skin they got. Like countries.
I saw her put something up to her face, heard a "fwoop!" and felt a prick, right in the side of my cheek. "Well, this is interesting," Spoke my brain to me in my last moment of consiousness. And then I felt ice cold water streaming around my head, cheek, neck and knees.