I was standing on the street corner when the little white man first appeared across the street. The action was so sudden that at first I blinked at him in incomprehension, owl-eyed. I stood there staring at him for a moment, my brain struggling to take in what I had just seen. I could feel something tugging at the back of my mind, telling me that I had been in this situation before, that there was something I needed to do, but I tried unsuccessfully to determine what it was. The little white man seemed to be beckoning somehow, bidding me emulate him in some way. I racked my brain for what an interminable length of time, before suddenly, in a flash, everything became clear...
The world seemed to shiver and somehow right itself, as if waking from a dream, and I realized that I needed to hurry up and cross the street before the Little White Man was replaced by the Blinking Red Hand.
Perhaps the fact that this actually happened to me this morning is my body's way of suggesting I get more sleep?
Edit (2/13/11): And since a friend asked me today, yes, I did manage to cross the street safely. The events described above took about a half-second in actuality.
At least you didn't get to the Immovable Red Hand...
ReplyDeleteAnd also, there was a sign on the bus today that provided a very helpful diagram of what to do when encountering said man...
ReplyDeleteHow handy! I must see this diagram...
ReplyDeleteWhat's weird is that I get dega vu frequently. I used to get it on a weekly basis when I was younger. Isn't it the strangest sensation? Like there's a glitch in the matrix, lol.
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