Everyday Adventures

The initial wave descends upon you. It can come at you in one of two waves. The first is a light pounding headache which increases, not only in pain, but in pressure and force. This builds until it cuts out your ability of to see. Your sight becomes impaired and you can only see the blurred outline of images around. Spots literally come in and out of focus. Any light around burns into the corners of your eyes and physically causes pain. A spiderweb of nerves begins constricting near the back of your eyelids, your mind slowly tightening with every passing moment. You can't do anything but pray that it will go away. That it will go away. Anxiety begins building. Second wave comes. The anxiety builds and the fear of not being able to have control over yourself ensues. The dry paranoia of fear creeps into your soul like shadows descending into the night. No control. The shadows surges into your left arm and down into your hands. It is tingly as though your limbs are asleep; but it...

There is a gentle dripping outside that is waking the activity outside. A grumpy old lady passes by with a red rimmed umbrella, a sour scowl crossed her face and she continues to move down the street. "Blue Skies nothing but Blue Skies...Blue Skies coming my way." Yet, the dreary grayness of the day is skewed by the hustle and bustle of activity on the street. Walk, Va-room, stop, go. The melody of the corner is alive with activity.

Sitting on the very top of the corner shelf was a tiny cherry red ball. The red ball shined in the glimmering overhead lighting that beat down upon the hustle-bustle of unsuspecting customers. Almost taunting me in the way which it complacently sat  not moving, I stretched out to grasp the tiny product. The ball was about 4 inches in diameter, with what appeared to be a latex type coating encompassed around the rubber like framework. The redness color of the ball was similar to the color of the wagon my younger brother used to pull his toys around with when we were young. Shining slightly when tilting your head from one way to another, one could almost feel the joy foreboding upon its touch. Arm extended, fingers unraveled from a fist tight grip I stretched out to seize the toy. Inhaling slightly, my height deceives me. A couple inches short of obtaining said red bobble, my anxiety over the possible loss quickens slightly and the necessity of owning becomes essential. Unconsciously...