All of my senses are alive. It’s Christmas morning. My Mother has just finished cooking up the bacon. I know she made pancakes, too. They’re my favorite and it was a guarantee we were having them this morning. The tree lit the room, as it was still only 6 something in the morning. I was too busy admiring my presents to really care what time it was or how little sleep I got the night before. I can feel my warm pajamas against me. Giving me not only the sense of warmth, but that of comfort, security and love as well.
I had it. The Superman action figure that would swoop in and help Batman and Robin against the Joker. Santa knew about it, he delivered and now I am ready to save the world with him! I ran back to my bedroom (with Superman in flight) to get Batman so that they could meet.
Once I put them together, the feelings and senses started changing. Almost morphing. I feel older, my sense of security has melted. As age settles into my body, comfort slowly diminishes, the sense of warmth and love are still there as I look back up to see those action figures are now my Daughters. They are ready for Trick-or-Treat in their Supergirl and Batgirl costumes.
I must have jumped 30 years into the future. My Wife walks in and asks if I am ready to go. I nod and look down to get up. When I do, I realize I am sitting in a room of trash. I look back up and find those old Superman and Batman figures, aged, beaten, broken and nearly unrecognizable except for the logos on their chests. I look around again and regain connection with my reality.
It was nice while it lasted.