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Zak's Adventures -2-

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I came back, finally. a return always like departure with the same desire to give up this difficult job, forever. My day was stressful, exhausting and especially agitated. It was with difficulty that I finally succeeded in reconciling work and private life, to have good results, to ignore the bad and bid up the stress of routine and the number of requests. But today was different. I was not at all or concentrated and motivated. My supervisor and my customers are not at all satisfied. My mind was elsewhere and my eyes were blind. I thought only those wishes, although yesterday I was laughing, picking up that piece of paper and the object.

I came back, finally. I opened the door. The house is in darkness, I move myself smoothly and without turning on the light. I not cared more by furniture or hitting a wall because my house is a room of a hotel.

I came back, finally, to my dear bed, with two places where I sleep only. I immersed myself in thinking about this quote said by James Thurber and that makes me laugh every time "Early to bed and early to wakeup, make a robust male, rich and strong.", Yet I am not. I love this bed is the only place where I can play dead and breathing while being alive. I lay down, I decided to sleep and I wanted to empty my head, clean as a barn, but in vain, this mysterious object and three wishes always  haunt my mind.

I thought of my colleagues and my friends who told me so much about. My adorable twin sister Mimi, a girl who thinks like me and I call her "my copy", laughed also in the same way when I found this object. Lola my friend wants to share those dreams. Others want money and others power.

I, too, wishes and dreams, I have a lot.

Back to the age of childhood, to find the joy in life, this spirit of innocence and unsuspecting in the future, this unconsciousness of the things that could bother and shock, to believe again that the world is serious and that people are honest, to believe that anything is possible, be unaware of the complexities of life to dwell, amazed and excited with all the simple things in life, believe in the power of smiles, hugs and kisses, justice, peace, dreams and imagination.

Be rich in order to have a life of prince, beloved by womens and surrounded by beautifuls, have the best cars and fancy clothes, was never my goal. It's true that most of the time, I will like to change my situation, but I'm still happy with what I have. I would like to be rich just to help and bring relief to populations affected by armed conflict and natural disasters, save lives, make a smile on the lips of a child victim of abuse or neglect, provide food, clothing, shoes, sports equipment, medical care, hygiene, home, school and funds to these organizations that deal with any poor or an uncertain future.

Time travel, not to predict the future or correct past mistakes or to have a better life. No, this is not my desire. Because the time, destiny and future are only managed by God. But to return to travel at this time of Islamic Renaissance, this period is the time limit between the old world was suffering the pangs of death, wrapped in the eternal, the darkest and most terrifying nights and a new world who finds life, light, civilization. Sadly, This period is no longer interesting.

My head begins to spin a little. I took some time to realize what happens to me. I can see the darkness that invades my mind as if it's already dark, or dim light. My eyelids, under the influence of exhaustion and fatigue, lowered. My eyes close, and I let go of my long on the bed. Again thinking about those wishes, finally, I sleep peacefully, I sleep on my two ears.

Somes say that sleep is a waste of time or is a form of death. Others say it's a point to watch. But me, my soul still finds its rest, my tongue its silence and my heart in no worries.

I am already starting to love this feeling, like I sank slowly into the depths of this immensity darkness. Suddenly, I see an all white point on the horizon in front of me, which is growing slowly. He comes and begins to blind me even though my eyes are already closed. I wanted to put my hands in front to protect me. But now I hear a voice.

- "have no fear, I come just to talk. "She says with a simple tone.

I am already beginning to see her silhouette in front of me. Body smooth, brown, thin size that I love. Brown hair leading down to the size and her smile warms the hearts and gives joy. Black and brown eyes, beautiful lips, roses and mixed woods, her smile full of malice, warms the hearts and make happy. Smiling, she reveals supreme white teeth. Anyway, she is wonderful, perfect and beautiful. When I look into the depths of her eyes, I would like to dive in and swim with her in the blue immensity. When she talks, I would close my eyes and listen to rock by the mere tone of his voice. I would take her in my arms and squeeze so hard that I should enter into his soul to be grafted to it, forever.

- "The object you found is a fruit fell from the tree of destiny, that I am the guardian. You currently have the privilege to choose your three wishes. Make a good choice. Follow your heart and listen your soul. Currently, you are the master of your destiny. "She added.

To be Continued
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