Sleepwalking my way through life: Change of scenery



Change of scenery

The fog hung low and thick, obscuring the scenery so barely a few feet were visible. Everything seemed subdued in the cold grey; even the main road was eerily silent, and that was only a short distance away. My footsteps were dull and lonely, and my hands took refuge in my pockets before the cold could creep up my sleeve. I moved my shoulders around, trying to shift the weight of my heavy bag so it didn’t dig into the muscle so much. I was bringing my Lapdancer to university today, a way to wile down the hours between classes, and I never realised how heavy the damn thing was.

The field behind my primary school was completely enveloped in the grey shroud, with even the large building of the school being hidden by the fog. I walked along the path, gazing as the school slowly came into view; first the ghostly outline, followed by slight details before revealing the shadowy school. It was as if someone had menacingly sketched the school, with darkness penetrating the insides and twisting a once normal building into a horrific mutation. The sun was in the background, but it was so dull and dirty that it looked like the head of an old drawing pin – holding the sketch in place for the world to see. Crows cawed ominously somewhere in the fog, and I quickened my pace.

Central station was packed full of happy families making their way to the airport for the October break. Kids ran to and fro, knocking into old ladies and tipping over suitcases as the squealed with laughter. The parents stood around uncaringly, shivering in the cold and gazing up at the train time table while taking another long drag from their cigarettes. I take my coffee from the vendor and guzzle it down greedily. It was freezing today, and I had foolishly worn my suede jacket which helps nothing against the cold. The coffee ran along my insides and warmed me to my soul. I gulped it down and walked happily into the street, blowing thick clouds of condensed breath in front of me.

The lecture theatres were warm too, and so is the library. I’m having trouble to not drop off while I’m sitting here, typing this. The winter weather is closing in, and I think I’ve found a safe refuge in the halls of the university; where jackets mean nothing compared to the glorious central heating and never ending supply of coffee. Not to mention the fast as lightening connection.

Anyway; I think it’s almost time for class…
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1 Comments:

At 3:43 pm, Anonymous scott said...

lol am back dude nice stories man would write on the first one but ma comp at college just told me 2 go fuk myself with that one lol might be the xxx bit not 2 sure :P anywayz a gtg man shld be workin realli lol like fuk am gonna anyway catch ya at work..........out

 

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