After The Aftermath
PROLOGUE
The smell of old books and chamomile tea filled my nostrils as I made my way through the cluttered chaos that was my room. I looked around and picked a meek grey book with the words Frankenstein tattooed along its spine from the floor. It was one among a vast collection of books I'd acquired over the years, many of which were strewn around my room, along with several rough drafts, forgotten paintings, and failed sketches. Frowning I placed my book on my bed, and began picking up each object from the floor until I could see the bare wood underneath again.
"Clean" I sighed. My room wasn't really a mess. It was never a mess. My bed is always made, the crisp sheets always clean, my floor always spotless, save those few books and papers. But, it was utter chaos in my eyes. I can't stand little tidbits lying around here and there; seeing anything strewn anywhere drives me mad. My friends call me "The world's maid and mother" since I'm constantly picking up after others. We joke that when I have children I'll scold them for leaving skin cells on the floor. My cleanliness is the most structured part about me though, given my adventurous personality. My curiosity often gets me into trouble, but my scrupulous nature is always there to help me pick up the pieces.
As I lay down, sipping my tea and cracking open my book I couldn't help but go off into a daydream. Andy Warhol depictions of each member of the main cast of Death Note vaguely entered my vision as my day dream ebbed and I focused on the wall in front of me. I looked at each of them several times over, taking in all of their familiar flaws, my signature at the corner of each, and only ever stopping when my eyes met L's. Closing my book I stared straight ahead, knowing I wouldn't be able to maintain the focus to read tonight. My head lolled, my eyes fluttered, and the last thing I remember seeing were those iris's of grey.
The warm feeling of falling into REM enveloped me and I welcomed it, drifting along and waiting for the waves of pulsation to wash over me. As I waited I wondered if this was what it was like for others when they fell asleep, but the thought left as soon as it came and I forgot that I'd even had a thought at all. Finally the waves came, but they didn't have the same cerebral feeling they always do. They felt… for lack of a better word… celestial.
And then I fell into darkness.