“Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment” ~ Plato
We asked the question, “Do your eyes Deceive you?”
Waking up early, before 06:00 AM used to be a curse, but now I relish this quiet time of day. I sip my coffee and take this early opportunity to communicate with some of my WordPress colleagues before my day begins. South Africa is an hour ahead of the U.K. as are parts of Europe, India is four hours ahead, it’s almost tea time in Australia, and it’s still the night before in most of North America. It’s a good time to answer messages, and equally, it’s a good time to chat.
On this particular morning, I finished my coffee and unusually, I fell asleep again. When I awoke, I surveyed the room through disbelieving half-closed eyes.
The walls, the wardrobe and carpet seemed grainy as though everything had been sprayed with a dusting of dirt, almost like a photograph taken without enough light! Aaahh… a dusty bedroom, my worst nightmare!
An eerie cackle came from the corner of the room, I glanced toward the window and perched upon the sill was a tiny witch clothed head to toe in funeral black. My eyes closed for a few seconds, and upon opening them, the room was back to normal.
Later, in the garden, I noticed a strange and frightening occurrence, sitting on the wall and encased in stone was the decapitated head of a Scottish terrier. This was Stonewall Jock; the dog that hours earlier had been in my dream. I stared in disbelief, and my hands began to shake.
Turning away, I spotted another stone figure, a peculiar little man sporting a pointy hat and could that be a hint of a smile? The figure rode upon another, an animal with eyes tightly shut. My confused and befuddled mind wondered what was happening, was this the work of the little witch, had she cast her evil spell upon the garden wall?
A piercing cackle caused me to spin around, a squirrel that seconds ago was in the high branches of a tree, was now cast in stone, half-hidden under the fir trees.
I turned toward the wall and noticed another unnatural, ice-cold creature had appeared.
My heart began to beat faster and my legs as if laden with lead refused to move. My mouth opened wide, my face distorted as I tried to cry out, but there was no sound, a deathly silence enveloped me and just moments before I hit the ground, the head of my own stone-cold self appeared before me on the wall!
When my eyes opened, I was back in my bed, and the little witch had gone, and perched upon the windowsill, instead of the evil witch was my little black binocular case!
Wow… I really must take more water with it next time!!
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