On Thin Ice

When you live in a perfect place where crime exists only in the news, gangsters exist only in the Godfather movies, and thieves are the hottest thing, but only on “Just Cause 2”, it’s impossible to believe that they exist in your own world, and even scarier to find out that they might belong to your closest circle of friends.

   If you live in a perfect bubble where Superman is your neighbor, the Hulk lives across the street, and Alice is looking for the rabbit in your backyard, even eyeglasses, as thick as a bottom of a bottle, will not make you see the people you should be aware of.

   They could be beautiful like Alice, and impressively skillful and smart like a Jedi, but they are also the shape-shifters of the 21^st century. It’s the small nuances that expose them, similar to the shape-shifters that try to use a multi-pass in the "Fifth Element".

   However when those shape-shifters feel comfortable enough to be themselves, you can smell them from across the street, and all of a sudden the intimidating characters you only watched on TV, are invading your backyard and forcing Alice to look for a different place to wander…

   This is the shocking stage when your brain needs to adjust to the idea that gangsters are visiting your own neighborhood, and that you can’t actually do much about it because they shape-shifted into those which present the law, protect the law, and hold the power of practicing the law.  Justice, all of a sudden, seems so far-fetched that only old fashion-like Jedi and Supermen practice it these days.

If Alice wasn’t wandering in your backyard for too long, and if you haven’t spent days and hours smoking weed in Hulk’s living room, I assume that you might’ve had a chance to smell those shape-shifters when they were trying to invade your personal space.

   BUT.... if you failed to do so, prepare yourself for a long exhausting battle, which unfortunately most people would prefer to avoid.

Fifty Shades of Green

At the beginning I couldn't put the book down; it's naughty, intense and yummy. BUT the more I read the more I wondered; why a handsome, intelligent, mysterious guy with unique abilities to fulfill his dreams and live comfortably ever after, is not enough? Does he have to be disgustingly loaded with money in order to make the ladies drooling intensely? What is it with desirable guys and expensive cars, private helicopters, oh… and if this is not enough – a huge boat (and I'm only on the second book…there might be more surprises waiting around the corner). What’s next? A spaceship???  Does it add up some muscles to his already divine body? Does it bring him closer to God? Does money make it so easy to melt every inch in a young woman's body?

What happened to the Marlboro man? The rough, raspy, working hard guy who drives a big dirty sexy truck? Yes, the tanned guy who sweats while he's working out in the field, when it's unbearably hot or rainy. What's wrong with simple blue jeans T-shirt and some exposed muscles to increase the level of the adrenaline in our body? Is this an old school?

Don't get the wrong impression, I love this book. But when vanilla sex took control and my interest got lost in the "lovey dovey" scenes, I was taken aback by the many shades of green that overcame the gray. There were many ways to describe how rich heavenly Christian was. And although beautiful Ana never had interest in his money, it was very important to constantly impress her and us, the readers, until I almost forgot about fifty shades of grey.

So who is the desirable guy these days? The Marlboro man?  Fifty shades of green?  or Christian grey with fangs?

With that being said…I'm going back to the book…can't wait to bump into the next transportation monster that will add up another muscle to perfect Christian. 

LOST IN TIME- MIRAGE - back to reality

 9. Back to reality

When Morpheus offered Neo the blue and the red pill, Neo had to choose between a convenience that blinded him from the truth, or the truth – reality. The Matrix was my favorite movie, and I used to watch it whenever I felt like I was suffocating in this little world of mine.
     Sometimes when the boredom of Voorhees numbed my senses I used to imagine that the Matrix was the world we all lived in, which was a relief to me, because I knew that there is hope after Voortrix.
     Mom's voice woke me up. Confused and startled I sat up on my bed trying to understand how and when I got here? I held my head. This wasn't a dream. I shook my head. “It couldn't be,” I mumbled.     “Are you ok?” Mom said looking at me with a funny expression.     I hadn't even noticed she was there. I jumped out of my bed and stormed into Ethan's room, but I couldn't find the bag he left on the floor last night. I looked under his bed, near his desk. I left the room toward the laundry room, digging into the laundry basket. I couldn't find any of his green uniforms. I lost my balance. It was hard to breathe. As if someone hit me right in the solar plexus. My legs became weak, and I closed the door to the laundry room, which was the door to the bathroom as well. I didn't want my parents to see me like this.  I sat on the bathroom floor holding my stomach. “I wasn't dreaming,” I whispered to myself. “I wasn't dreaming. I felt him.” My hands trembled. I reached out for the necklace around my neck, just to make sure the pedant was still there.
     “Danielle?” Mom was knocking on the door. “Are you ok?”     “Yes,” I said, though I could barely speak.  I turned the water on in the shower so she would leave me alone. “I'm just taking a shower,” I said knowing she was still waiting behind the door.
     When I came out of the shower breakfast was ready.
     “When did you come back yesterday?” I asked my folks.     “After midnight. You were already sleeping,” Mom said.     “And Ethan?” I tried to confirm that he was here yesterday.     “What about Ethan?”     “Was he here?”     Mom wrinkled her forehead. “Ethan is still at the base.”     “But he was.” I paused to find a better way to say that he was here last night, and that I had seen him.
     Last night was so full of magic. I was exposed to something beautiful and abnormal that I had no one to share with, especially not with my parents who'd think that this was a side effect of the heavy heat in Israel.     Mom stood there, still waiting for a whole normal sentence to come out of my mouth.
     “I meant he was supposed to come yesterday, wasn't he?”
     “I don't think so.” She looked at me strangely. And I knew I should have just kept my thoughts to myself, because Mom's sensors were in full motion all of a sudden. And only by the look in her eyes could I tell that she didn't like seeing me like this.
     Doubting my own common sense and my healthy judgment was the most difficult thing I'd ever had to cope with. I'd never hallucinated before and I couldn't find a good reason why I should start now.
     Mom suggested that I pack the rest of my things, since our flight to New Jersey would leave at midnight. I had only a few hours left to call Ethan and find out whether I was dreaming or if he had really been here, but all my attempts to call him failed.     My whole body was tensed as I heard the knock on the door. “Ethan.”  I called, and stormed out of the room towards the entrance door pulling the handle swiftly.
     I froze realizing I had been mistaken. A strong wave of disappointment hit my body. I must have been transparent as cellophane because Jason's smile erased immediately.
     “I'm sorry,” he said. “I couldn't wait anymore. I had to say good-bye before you leave.” His eyes were searching for mine.     “Are you planning on standing here for a long time?” Mom asked standing behind me.     I felt rude for being so selfish. The least I could do was hide my disappointment.     Jason came in. Mom was already obsessively talkative, and even invited him to our house in Voorhees when he comes back to the States. Once in a while Jason glanced at me as if he could feel that something was wrong.
     I signaled him to come into my room, so in the most graceful way he could, he found his way out of the compulsive conversation he was sucked into by Mom, and followed me to my room. I closed the door behind us and leaned with my back to the door.  I wasn't sure what I was about to say, or how I was going to say it, but I had to tell him about my feelings for Ethan.     “Jason.” I sighed. “I...”     Before I could continue Jason stepped forward in such confidence, and was already too close. His finger was on my lips when he shushed me, and kissed me passionately. I was frozen. He slid a piece of paper into my pocket and said, “Keep it. You might want to see me again back in New Jersey.  I'll be waiting for your call.” He kissed me briefly on my cheek and left the house.     I stood there overwhelmed, still frozen. I touched my lips, and was surprised by the mixed feelings aroused in me by that unexpected wild kiss.  I closed my eyes and didn't look back.

Lost In Time - Mirage - Routine (part of the chapter)

"Lost In Time - mirage" Routine (part of chapter 20)

     I woke up in my bed alone. Ethan was not there, and I wasn't wrapped in his arms anymore.

     Mom's voice penetrated my sweet sleep, and woke me. It was time to get ready for school, but I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.

     A single moment of understanding can flood a whole life with meaning.

     Nothing was the same as of that day. Every time I woke up, the first thing I did was walk to the window of my room and check up on our back yard. Just to make sure it was still there.

     Only then could I really appreciate the little things I had in my life: like the purple flowers in the back yard, and the red Geranium that hung in its hanger on the deck. Like Dad's favorite trees on the left side of the back yard, and the blue bird that came for a short visit in the mornings when it was time to wake up.

     Even Mom's voice became bearable, and I didn't hush her as often as before.

     Ethan didn't come back, and I knew none of the future events were preventable if we were to stay together. Though I had a slight hope that one day he would come back and describe a different world than the one I had seen in the future.

     I never asked Jason to stay, but I also didn't ask him to leave. I hadn't seen him for weeks, and didn't try to contact him.

     Voorhees Eastern High School became a place I learned to enjoy hanging out in. Even literature classes were more interesting than before, and I think that Mr. Adelson began to like me.

     Suddenly, Voorhees wasn't as boring as it seemed, and I was thankful for the “horrible” routine I was born into.

     I liked the smell of the trees by the lakes. I liked the quiet in the morning and in the afternoons. I liked to stare at my back yard for hours, and let myself be overwhelmed by the dark green that surrounded me.

     I was happy with what I had, and for the first time I could admit that I didn't wish to be swept off my feet, and be saved from the boredom of Voorhees. The tedium of Voorhees became a comfort not only to me, but to everyone else around me.

     It was a relief to wake up in the mornings and think about the simple things in life; like what should I wear, and how should I fix my hair before going to school. What movie should I watch on TV, and what kind of dish I'd like Mom to cook for Friday dinner. Everything became simple and easy, and I no longer felt threatened by it. Simplicity brought a great comfort to my life.

     I saw friends more often. The time I spent without Ethan and Jason was also dedicated to heal the rifts created between Natasha and me. And as always our friendship was stronger than anything else. Natasha never mentioned Jason's name again, and I never brought it up. It was a silence that kept him away from my life, and the possibility of his existence in Natasha's life.

"LOST IN TIME-MIRAGE" Chapter One - IllUSION

1. Illusion

The sound of the ringing phone woke me. I searched for it. It must be somewhere under the blanket. 

     “I was thinking about you.”  His voice was serious.

  “Hey,” I sighed. “You woke me.”

     “But that is not the reason I called,” he said.

     I was still sleepy and too tired to be curious. “Mm…” I muttered.

     “Meet me at Eastern High School at noon,” he said.

     “That sounds almost like an order. Besides, it’s Sunday!” I said and yawned into the phone, but he ignored my comment.

     “Danielle, I’ve never been more serious.  Please do as I ask.”

     I made a slight effort, and sat up in bed. “What …?”  I was rendered speechless by my surrounding; the room was a mess. I was completely awake now, and trying to understand.

     “Is everything ok?” His voice sounded far.

     “My room,” I said.  “I don’t remember leaving it like this when I came back from Ocean City.” 

     “Get out.  Now!” he said.

     “Get out? Why? Where to?!” I asked, confused.

     It seemed like someone had been here, looking through my personal things.  The hum of a dead line filled the phone.

     “Hello?” 

     There was no answer. Why would he hang up on me while trying to warn me? What is going on? I stepped into my jeans and grabbed a long sleeve shirt. One glance out the window was enough to guess that a storm was coming soon.

     I sat on the floor to tie my shoes. Suddenly, I felt a strong wind. It was as if the storm was actually in my room; it wrapped around me like a whirlpool. I looked at the window - it was closed. I covered my face with my hands; now I could barely see anything, but I could feel his presence. My feet were too weak to fight the pressure, and I couldn’t stand up. I tried to grab the chair, but it became blurred and I couldn’t reach it. I was determined to save myself, although I didn’t know what from. I couldn’t feel any fear; on the contrary, adrenaline filled my body with euphoria, and I anticipated something divine happening, something that would sweep me off my feet, and shake me from the enormous boredom of Voorhees.

     My body was no longer under my control. It felt as if a powerful incomprehensible force was tossing me about. I believed that only the man I was craving so much could be strong enough to resist this incredible force. I was pulled into a dark whirlwind, and only then did I feel the fear of being completely helpless.

     The next thing I remember is waking up under a pine tree. I could feel a hand gently petting my hair, and a voice whispering to me, “Danielle, wake up.” It was his voice again. I was lying on his lap, and tried to sit up, but my dizziness knocked me down instantly. I had never felt so heavy.  A horrible stomach cramp made me roll to the other side of the tree to avoid what would potentially be the most embarrassing moment of my life: vomiting on the guy I cared for so much. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, and desperately searched for my inhaler.

     “Where the hell am I?” I asked nervously.

     He tried to help, but I pushed him away.

     “You’re ok!” he said smiling, but surprised.

     I looked at him suspiciously. “You’re too cheerful for me at the moment.”

     “You don’t understand,” he insisted, handing me a piece of newspaper.

     I sat on the ground, holding my stomach. The date on the newspaper kept my breath frozen for a whole minute. It read “September 26, 2031.”

     “How?” I asked.

     “You were in great danger. I had to get you out of there, and I couldn’t think of any other way. I had a couple of minutes to slide somewhere, slide back to you, and pull you out with me.” 

     I looked around, trying to recognize the place. “Where are we?”

     “In your back yard,” he said, trying to avoid eye contact.

     My heart was beating too fast. Could it be? Didn’t I want to be overwhelmed by an unnatural force that would sweep me off my feet, and save me from the boredom of Voorhees?  I was indeed overwhelmed – shocked, actually. My house wasn’t there, and my swimming pool was probably buried under the ground on which we sat.

       “I remember this pine tree,” I said. “What happened to our house? Where is the swimming pool? Are we...?” I stopped. I wasn’t sure I could bear the thought… or to hear his answer.

     He came closer. I could feel his breath on my skin; it was so familiar, like I had longed for it, like I had longed for his touch, his smell.  He pointed to the path behind us, but all I could notice was him. How transparent he became then, how vulnerable. I reached for his hand and wrapped it in mine. His face was sad.  I could see the wrinkles spreading all over his forehead. He was trying to say something, but at the same time he was fading away like an old picture. I reached to touch his lips.

     “Don’t go,” I whispered. “Don’t leave me here by myself.”

     His hands disappeared, and I knelt down to grab his legs.

     “Please,” I begged.