A Common Story

Comprehensive darkness. Comprehensive silence. Definitely practically nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Except,... properly,... the faintest of sparks far off in the distance. Seriously practically nothing. Dark. Silent. All was nicely, incredibly excellent.

Properly, except there was that spark once more. So faint - so insignificant, hardly something far more than absolutely nothing. The spark is swallowed up by the nothingness. It Truly was absolutely nothing. It is gone, what ever it was. No awareness of time passing. No awareness of something. And,... wait! That bothersome spark once more, except now it was a small closer. Each time it would spark, there was some discomfort. How could that even be? Not significantly discomfort, yet Absolutely a lot more than was wanted. It just kept sparking and sparking and - then it stopped once more. Relief came flooding via. Such great peace and darkness and silence once more. This was far better than something.

Oh no, here it was once more, yet not just a small spark! Additional like somebody taking a hammer to the side of some metal garbage can. What was going on? Confusion swirling. And now discomfort - genuine discomfort, with Each and every hammer blow. And with Every hammer blow, vibrant flashes, colorless however vibrant flashes. Sparks flying from the blows. Wincing with Each and every blow, attempting to brace for Each and every one yet it seemed futile, useless, helpless. Then with a suddenness that was virtually as shocking as the blows, it stopped. Stopped dead. Just stopped Definitely. The wave of relief that washed by means of was amazing. Right away every little thing was Absolutely dark, Definitely silent, Total PEACE and REST right after traveling via what seemed like a location of torture and torment, and now sweet nothingness.

The suddenness of what occurred subsequent would take your breath away. Blinding light, blinding discomfort! The hammer was now a wrecking ball hammering away, hammering, smashing, crashing. The discomfort was so immense it was not describable. There had been no words, no opportunity to believe. The discomfort came in large waves like the highest of the biggest waves in the ocean came the discomfort, washing more than, penetrating everywhere, no location to hide, no location to go from the discomfort, the crashing, the shrieking horror. The light was so vibrant it would make lightning bolts appear dim. Then, in one final tidal wave of discomfort and light and pure evil, Harold ultimately opened his eyes, gradually rolled to one side, and turned off his alarm. It was time to get up and get prepared for the new day.