wake-up call

As I sat at the table nothing could prepare me for the bowl of surreal I was about to digest.

You see everything seemed normal from the very start of my morning; my alarm went off on time, I was able to get showered and shaved promptly and my clothes were prepared and ready to be worn. Unfortunately that normalcy came to an abrupt end while I prepared to eat my morning cereal.

I innocently grabbed my favourite box of cereal and placed it upon the table and then proceeded to find a bowl and spoon, and then get some milk. Again nothing out of the ordinary.

I opened the milk and poured out a measly splat, so I got up and got a new container of milk and tried again. Once the cereal was adequately accompanied I sat the milk carton down in front of my bowl. It was then that things got strange.

On the carton in front of my very eyes was a picture of a boy, a missing boy. Nothing unusual you say? Well here’s the thing the picture was not of just any missing child, it was a picture of my missing inner child.

It was then that I realized how varied my life had become and that I had to find a way back to myself, but who was behind this oddity?

My search for my once former self was about to begin, and my future would be forever in question until I rediscovered my past…









-j.g.smith (04/17/07)