They come like a thief, tiptoeing from nowhere land, into the crevices of the mind. I sat up in terror as I felt the ropes tightening its grip around my neck as my eyes meandered for the culprit. The room was pitch dark and eerily silent. I could breathe and felt nothing constrict me. Only a while ago, I was gasping for life like a fish out of water. The scene still afresh in my mind. I was in the middle of all action. Most likely, the protagonist herself. He was coming for me. The thief from nowhere land. And he caught me unawares. My mother was screaming for help, watching the proceedings in helpless horror. Either of us would die first. Out of strangulation or a weak heart.
I peered suspiciously in the dark for any sorry surprises. The parted curtains revealing a smoky glass window, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. I heard some strange noises from strange creatures. Was it an owl, a dog or the thief? I closed my eyes and murmured a silent prayer. Was this a foreboding? I was in a Catch 22 situation.
Should I simply roll over and go back to sleep?
Should I muster courage and investigate the truth?
I took the middle path. Looking frantically for my mobile phone in the dark, I checked for the time. It showed 1:00am. It had been only two hours since I went to bed to catch my nightly beauty sleep. Instead, I woke up with more wrinkles anyone could gather in a lifetime in the last ten minutes that I was up. I had no brave left in my spirit to venture into the dark and greet the murky forces of the night. Burying my head deep into the pillow, I fell into deep sleep.
The sun shone brightly and I rose with a dull headache. Was it just a dream? Was it a premonition? Or was it a catch? My eyes lit up in delight and my head rambled for all possible clues. Who was the thief? Why was he coming for me? Did I know him? Did he know me? Did we know each other? What was my mother doing in the plot? To my disappointment, I couldn´t recollect any further.
I cursed my chicken heart. If only, I saw the light in the dark. That glimmering light of opportunity that sparked in the cold, dark corners of my rusty mind. Oh, they come like a thief unannounced, anytime as they please. These flighty opportunities of an idea amongst the ´one too many´ thoughts that traverse the mind endlessly. I wish there was a built-in fishing net like mechanism inside our tiny heads to catch those big ideas and small, as well. The endless chase for ideas and inspiration is real in all surreality.
Wait! Do I see a great catch, a pearl perhaps, on the horizon?