Disclaimer: The disclaimer saying that Gaz and Invader Zim are not creations of mine has traveled to France. It just had to have some of their strawberry crepes and hot croissants at this time of the year.
Zen
Olives, pepperoni and cheese... A Bloaty's Pizza Hog masterpiece fresh from the store. The delicious steam wafting from the open box warmed my face. Ah... You don't order medium if you're getting a just-out-of-the-oven Olives, pepperoni and cheese. You order large. Extra-large.
My tummy rumbled, and I hastily took a slice, a gooey, heavenly slice, and dug in. Paradise! To take a bite is to inhale the world...
My breath fogs. The cold air sips beneath my skin, piercing my bones. I shiver, relaxed. The A.C. temperature set to freezing. The calm sinking into me. The incense or perhaps metaphysical silence to my game-playing meditation.
Peace is gotten by the pressing of buttons, passing of time.
It's been a long day (a whole seven hours of it) and I just want to play my new Game Slave 2 uninterrupted.
I pop a soda to wash my stuffed mouthful. Not a diet soda or coke zero, I'm not punishing myself. Or pretending to. If you're worried about sugar content, drink water. And not soda water or a watery fruity mix (or-gah-even alcohol); drink regular clean zero calories water. H2O zero.
Fingers flash, buttons tapped. I'm floating on gamer's high.
I've connected the Game Slave 2 to the TV for maximum "at-home" gaming experience.
Time passes.
The pizza's gone cold, there's only one slice left.
Outside.
It's hard to tell if it's late afternoon or early evening from inside. The room is dark and the curtains are closed. It could be night. I've been here for hours.
The room is illuminated by flashing lights from the TV screen. I'm playing on mute. There's no sound but the pressing of buttons and my heart beating.
Covered up, beneath the blanket. All I have are my video games.
Alone…
Alone.
I'm all alone.
Again.
Outside...
I can hear the sound of rain.