The fan did little but blow hot air across his. As he lay in bed, his feet dangling listlessly off the end, he pressured himself to forget the one subject that had delayed his dreams for the last fortnight. In fact, it was only a dream that plagued his mind when he had nothing to preoccupy it and a good one at that, but a dream all the same. Instead, he began to think of ways to distract himself. He looked back to the week before and remembered all that had happened. Immediately he remembered an addition of one more to his loving family. His beautiful sister and her marginally attractive husband had given birth to the most beautiful baby boy named Kian. It was by far his most handsome nephew, and though he would not tell the others, his favorite. And although it was actually his only nephew, he had decided that no one, especially his younger brother, could ever produce such a beautiful boy named Kian. He usually corresponded to his siblings in the post, but since the letter carrier was once again laid up at home with a particularly nasty case of leprosy he had to resort to other means of communication. He decided on SkypeTM, even though it was a bit too fast for his taste. From thousands of miles away he got to chat with his one-day-old nephew. Chat doesn’t really convey the one sidedness of their conversation but after all, he had been asleep for nine months so he let it slide. He had to admit it was bitter sweet meeting his nephew on a computer when most of his family and half of Idaho, which is his brother-in-law’s family, had already met him in person. He felt a great warmth seeing his sister and brother-in-law with their son, noticing at once the loving looks they gave the baby and each other. He was very proud of his sister and new she would be an amazing mom, but still had doubts about that marginally attractive brother-in-law. God willing, his amazing, beautiful, intelligent, best parents in the entire universe will delve in to their deep hearts and send him to Boise so his nephew can finally meet his soon to be favorite uncle.
He didn’t really know his favorite color. He really didn’t know why he was pondering colors, but he was so he surrendered. He used to think it was yellow, but has to admit the reason was probably because no one else’s favorite color was yellow. He was tired of the common blues and greens that his companions consistently chose. Orange was the un-unique unique color, caused by people wanting to be unique, choosing what other “unique” people were choosing, thus condemning themselves to and endless life of his scrutiny. But yellow was more often than not quite and ugly color, so it was rarely chosen. Bananas, he said out loud. He wondered why he said that out loud and hoped his flat mate didn’t hear him, but agreed with himself that banana yellow was indeed a gross yellow. He thought back to 8 seconds ago when he noticed how weird the word unique looks. He was always doing this, writing simple words and not knowing if it was spelled right because it looked strange. Highlighter yellow, he thankfully said to himself, is more of yellow than it is highlighter color. He decided green was his favorite color.
He had done many new things that week, for instance he had a conversation in Spanish about a road bike with a Spanish Native, he was always trying to be PC. The Native had said something to the effect of these are my bikes (he learned a few minutes later that he was the rep for that bike company), and he replied oh si es una bicicleta Buena. It is a good bike. He was very happy with himself. He had also for the first time gone scuba diving. He was unusually nervous on the drive to the little cove situated below the lighthouse. Perhaps it was because an attractive young lady had told him that she had panicked when she went under the first time. He had told this gorgeous woman, (btw, she makes the rainclouds disappear and the sun always shines when she’s near) that he was a good complimenter and felt this a good time showcase his abilities even if it might be a bit over the top. Mission accomplished, he knew. In the end he didn’t panic. In fact he hardly needed any help from the instructor. And although most of the wildlife in the area was in the local tapas bars, he still enjoyed the experience immensely. It was relaxing, with only your darth vader breathing to listen too you can escape to a different realm. He hopes he can do some more.
His eyes are drooping and the frequency of red squiggly underlined words is increasing with every touch of the space bar. He thinks he has time for one more first so he soldiers on. He had woken up at 5am that morning to go to a beach, for a run. A run that was to be photographed, for a website. He wondered if this officially made him a model. He said yes, firmly. It was a sunrise shot and he was running down a beach hand in hand with his new girlfriend. It was quite early for a new relationship but it had been along time so he didn’t complain. They ran 10 feet with the sun rising at their backs and repeated, and repeated and…well he thinks you get the point. The photographer thinks they got a few good shots, and he was pleased. His debut went pretty smoothly. Unfortunately his relationship with his girlfriend didn’t last very long but alas he is young. He was rewarded for his ability to wake up early with a coupon to a nice restaurant on the resort where he works. It is a dinner for two, so he is wondering if he can have two separate dinners for 1. Or he will just wait for another photoshoot at a restaurant. Or even a date with a hot babe, who knows?
His eyes are almost shut now, and although he still has that subject in his head, the stress of being a professional scuba diver/model/bike mechanic/barbeque master has once again tuckered him out and he slips deep into his perfect world, a stain of drool forming on his pillow.
