C. Duff is sound asleep as he terminates his black Sony Alarm Clock and the green LED numbers fade out from 6:00 to black. C. Duff is a busy man with no time for trivialities, such as breakfast, work, lunch with boring colleagues, dinner with some forgettable chick and late night supper alone in front of the TV. C. Duff has a dream and it's all he needs. Fuck Sony. Fuck the best. C. Duff needs his rest.
We join C. Duff in his dream where he appears as a talking tree. A female child with no name has made herself comfortable next to the tree.
Dear tree,she says. Are you really a talking tree? Indeed, I am,the tree replies.
I've never spoken to a tree before,the child states. Not even in a dream, the tree wonders.
I'm not sure, I can't remember my dreams that well,she answers.
Really? Why is that, you think?
I'm not sure, really, maybe I'm just not sure when it is I'm dreaming and when it is I'm not.
I understand.
You do?
Yes, I'm a tree, I understand everything.
Is that why you can talk?
That is indeed why.
Dear tree, will you be my friend?
Dear child, I will be your friend for as long as you want me to be, but friends should call each other by name, my name is Guy, what is yours?
Emma, the child whispers in a soft voice just as a slight breeze blows by and takes her name away.
C. Duff opens his eyes and steps out of the dream for a while. He takes out a Polaroid from under his pillow and looks at a faded picture of a girl he once knew. He turns it over and reads her name: Emily.
C. Duff closes his eyes and steps back into the dream.
Emily, the child whispers in a soft voice and Guy lowers one of his thickest branches and lifts Emily up from the ground and Emily isn't afraid because she's smiling at her new friend. Emily hugs Guy's trunk and we freeze the frame and we nod in contentment because we just realized C. Duff was never born to take notice of annoying alarm clocks attempting to pull him out of what really matters in life.
Oh, the sweet sensation!
We join C. Duff in his dream where he appears as a talking tree. A female child with no name has made herself comfortable next to the tree.
Dear tree,she says. Are you really a talking tree? Indeed, I am,the tree replies.
I've never spoken to a tree before,the child states. Not even in a dream, the tree wonders.
I'm not sure, I can't remember my dreams that well,she answers.
Really? Why is that, you think?
I'm not sure, really, maybe I'm just not sure when it is I'm dreaming and when it is I'm not.
I understand.
You do?
Yes, I'm a tree, I understand everything.
Is that why you can talk?
That is indeed why.
Dear tree, will you be my friend?
Dear child, I will be your friend for as long as you want me to be, but friends should call each other by name, my name is Guy, what is yours?
Emma, the child whispers in a soft voice just as a slight breeze blows by and takes her name away.
C. Duff opens his eyes and steps out of the dream for a while. He takes out a Polaroid from under his pillow and looks at a faded picture of a girl he once knew. He turns it over and reads her name: Emily.
C. Duff closes his eyes and steps back into the dream.
Emily, the child whispers in a soft voice and Guy lowers one of his thickest branches and lifts Emily up from the ground and Emily isn't afraid because she's smiling at her new friend. Emily hugs Guy's trunk and we freeze the frame and we nod in contentment because we just realized C. Duff was never born to take notice of annoying alarm clocks attempting to pull him out of what really matters in life.
Oh, the sweet sensation!
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=-> Alecks
sorry to hear.
no chat program at all?
then we'll have to make do with email and this.
as a writer, I find you very intriguing.
your thoughts are quite clever, witty, and deep at the same time.
you have an amazing command of English-it is not your first language, I assume.