She glared at me. “Positive. I just bought them. It’d be highly unlikely for me to drink 24 bottles in a day.”
“As well as it would be for me!” I emphasized. “Who knows? It was just water; we can clean them and refill them.”
“We? Oh no, I’ll be going to work. You can refill them.”
“Me?!” I stuttered in bewilderment. “I didn’t do anything!”
“I’m damn sure I didn’t do it. There’s no one else left in the house. I conclude you did it. Get to it.” She said as she grabbed her coat and keys. “Oh great,” she groaned as she looked at her watch. “You made me late.”
“Then go. I’ll take care of it.”
“Whatever.” She replied coldly as she walked out the door. I stared out the window, waiting for her vehicle to leave the driveway. I know it wasn’t the best thing to say about my mother, but I dislike her with a passion. Hate is a strong word, and although what I feel is an equivalent, I don’t truly hate my mother. She gave birth to me; I owe her my life for that.
The water bottles stared like they were accusing me of a crime. Confusion became a norm lately. “How the hell did all of these get empty?” I asked myself.
Maybe you did it, you just don’t remember.
“How can that be?” I asked skeptically. “Are you telling me I sleepwalk?”
It’s a possibility. Just look at the signs. You were sore when you woke up, possibly from vigorous movement before or during sleep. You had curious occurrences that can’t be explained rationally.
“But… but I’ve never slept walked before.” I exclaimed in shock. “Did you control me while I slept?!”
Oh Cole, you’re finally learning more about yourself. Of course I took control once you decided to release your body. Why wouldn’t I? I finally had a chance to experience a full body.
“Alright, you deliberately sabotaged my life. Why do it using the water bottles?” I asked, confused.
It was simple. I’m not at all as skilled as you believe me to be.
“I am going to conclude that as a good thing for now.”
Right, for now…
“What are you implying?” I asked.
Well, let’s say I’m just getting started.
I stared out the kitchen window in dismay. The summer colors were magnificent, the brilliant blue sky spanning above with no clouds to be seen, the emerald green foliage bursting from every fragment of soil. The hydrangea’s pink flowers swayed softly with the warm tender breeze. I marveled at the colors, their intoxicating beauty overwhelming to my senses.
Instinct pulled me towards the glass doors, beckoning me to the world I’ve always desired. A grin stretched across my pale face. The water bottles completely forgotten, I ran out the slider doors, allowing the warm air to envelope my body. I reached for the gentle pink flowers ever so slightly. Oh summer, why must you be so magnificent?
I pulled myself away from the inviting backyard for only a second. Today I was going to the beach.
The beach? Why would you want to go to the beach?
“The water at this time of the year must be magnificent, plus I haven’t gone yet this summer.”
Well, surely there must be a reason why.
Testing Limits
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