| Well That Helps |
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| 08:28am 07/04/2005 |
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mood: tired music: The Shamen - Move Any Mountain
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"Can you see yourself marrying me?"
"Possibly."
Good enough. |
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| Living In My Sleep |
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| 11:24am 07/04/2005 |
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mood: productive music: Bush - Machine Head
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I walked through the upper level of an old house. I knew it was aged because the doorknobs were slightly oxidiezed and had keyholes in them... like the old farmhouses do. The hallways were also narrow and poorly lit, and the wooden foundation creaked with arthritis as I walked. At the end of the hall were several doors, and standing before me was a small group of doctors. I could tell they were doctors by the way they were dressed, though their professional attire was much more casual than doctors in most hospitals. One of them asked for my name, and I told them I had an appointment. One of the doctors smiled and said, "Okay, come with me." He opened one of the doors and led me inside. My "doctor" was none other than my professor.
I walked with him down another small hallway, shorter than the one before it, and entered a room that reminded me of my grandmother's house: hardwood floor, old wallpaper, a wooden chair, and one odd element... a device that resembled a tanning bed. My professor asked me unbutton my pants but not take them off, and to lift my shirt slightly to expose my midsection. I obeyed, and he kneeled before me and put a stethoscope to my stomach. His brow furrowed slightly and he smiled. "Wow," he said, "This is very interesting." He chuckled a little. I asked him what he had found... and he said,
"There's another heartbeat inside you."
I blinked. I told him that was impossible, that there was no feasible way I could be pregnant. He just kept smiling as though he didn't believe me but didn't want to say so. He asked me to change into a hospital gown so he could scan me in the tanning bed-like device. He left the room for a moment so I could change, and I began bawling. I didn't want to be pregnant, and I had no idea what I was going to do to take care of it. Should I get an abortion, even though I'm against them (with the execption of emergencies)? Silently sobbing, I climbed into the bed and closed the lid, enveloping myself in complete darkness.
The next thing I remember is opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling, my alarm clock buzzing somewhere far away. Gradually it became closer, and I realized that it was eight o' clock in the real world and I had to get up for class. |
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