And so begins another day in my life.
I had a very rude awakening this morning, yes, and I emphasize the term morning. No person in his or her right mind should be roused before morning light. Hey! I meant woken up! Not well...damnit, I've gone and stuck my foot in my mouth again. A bit lost? I should better explain things.
At 0500 hours approximately, I was jarred from sleep, hair mussed, eyes glazed, vision blurred [mind you I was not under the influence] Anyhow, I was then pulled from my bed, by a figure identifiable as The great lady herself [and I use that term sarcastically of course] only to inform me I had only a few hour's time to right myself, gather what belongings I had, and catch the first shuttle out to the colony. I needn't worry about funds, accommodations; these had already been taken care of. And while all this is decided, I'm still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It must have been some sight. But then again, maybe if I hadn't been so groggy I would have worried that I was only wearing my shorts at the time.
So here I sit now, In front of this computer screen, about to start another chapter in my life. And you know what? The only thing I can think about is the gentle lull of birdsong sweeping in through the window, or the faint breeze billowing through the curtains-Wait, why the hell do I pick a time like this to notice such things? Obviously I have more important things to worry about than the sentimentality of this planet.
And why do I have this insistent feeling that I'm making a huge mistake? Why didn't I give it a second thought? But there was no time for that, I was practically accepting the offer before Une could even finish her sentence. Jesus, did I even ask her why Heero's presence was so urgently required? I mean, what am I supposed to say? "Hey, Heero long time no see. Where've you been hiding all this time? Oh guess what! We'll be going to High school together, and I moved into an apartment flat just two blocks from yours! Isn't this all such a colossal coincidence"? Yeah, that's exactly what I'll say. How crazy would you have to be to not assume that I don't have some ulterior motive?
I should be leaving right now. I should get up from this chair, and walk out through that door. It's only a few steps. I can do this. I can walk right out that door, and plunge right back into my past. But, why are my hands shaking? Why do my legs feel so heavy and rigid? God, what I have I gotten myself into?
8:42 a.m.
I had a very rude awakening this morning, yes, and I emphasize the term morning. No person in his or her right mind should be roused before morning light. Hey! I meant woken up! Not well...damnit, I've gone and stuck my foot in my mouth again. A bit lost? I should better explain things.
At 0500 hours approximately, I was jarred from sleep, hair mussed, eyes glazed, vision blurred [mind you I was not under the influence] Anyhow, I was then pulled from my bed, by a figure identifiable as The great lady herself [and I use that term sarcastically of course] only to inform me I had only a few hour's time to right myself, gather what belongings I had, and catch the first shuttle out to the colony. I needn't worry about funds, accommodations; these had already been taken care of. And while all this is decided, I'm still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It must have been some sight. But then again, maybe if I hadn't been so groggy I would have worried that I was only wearing my shorts at the time.
So here I sit now, In front of this computer screen, about to start another chapter in my life. And you know what? The only thing I can think about is the gentle lull of birdsong sweeping in through the window, or the faint breeze billowing through the curtains-Wait, why the hell do I pick a time like this to notice such things? Obviously I have more important things to worry about than the sentimentality of this planet.
And why do I have this insistent feeling that I'm making a huge mistake? Why didn't I give it a second thought? But there was no time for that, I was practically accepting the offer before Une could even finish her sentence. Jesus, did I even ask her why Heero's presence was so urgently required? I mean, what am I supposed to say? "Hey, Heero long time no see. Where've you been hiding all this time? Oh guess what! We'll be going to High school together, and I moved into an apartment flat just two blocks from yours! Isn't this all such a colossal coincidence"? Yeah, that's exactly what I'll say. How crazy would you have to be to not assume that I don't have some ulterior motive?
I should be leaving right now. I should get up from this chair, and walk out through that door. It's only a few steps. I can do this. I can walk right out that door, and plunge right back into my past. But, why are my hands shaking? Why do my legs feel so heavy and rigid? God, what I have I gotten myself into?
8:42 a.m.