Artisan

Brad twisted and turned alone in his bed.

He sighed as the ever elusive sleep continued to outfox him and drearily he got out of his bed. Tension was thick in the air and he could barely breathe, his head pounded. An ominious sense of foreboding developed but he couldn't shrug it off

He paced through his apartment naked, Had he known the city was just so... Big.

Brad was having second thoughts coming here.

He was used to the world and not this hellscape of metal and concrete jutting into the sky. Brad rubbed his head as the headache seemed to surge.

Brad swayed in the dark, yet he felt fine.

He tingled, No that wasn't quite right. It felt like living behind a veil all one's life just to have it suddenly slip.

Terror rampaged through him and then so did serenity.

He was happy and sad, highest joy and deepest despair. He was angry and calm, bitterly enraged and beatific calm.

Oily rancorous wrath and utter benevolence. Greatest spite and omnipresent beneficence peace, surged within his breast!

Was this what death felt like? Was he having a heart attack? A stroke? Had he died upon his bed? He looked back.

No his bed was messily undone. Every nerve hummed, he could hear that sanguineous ocean pour through him, he felt every heart beat thrum nice and steady.

No he was not dying, at least this wasn't what people claimed what dying was like- The thought died as his mind raced at sped past.

Every never hummed, every cell exalted and every atom of him sang.

He toppled, yet it was a fall that lasted an eternity. Suspended between the ground and the sky. A timeless moment as it all was stripped away in a moment of stark eternity.

He felt like he was burning but that was wrong, that much he knew. It was as if he was being uncovered, Like a priceless jewel freed from the earth in which it was hidden.

A flawed, imperfect vessel hiding divine perfection. He found he rather like this clay vessel all the same. Because it was his, because it was him.

Brad blinked and promptly connected face first with the ice cold floor. It was eerie, as awhile his body was currently indisposed paradoxically, he was very much awake. He really didn't know how to handle, being outside his body, nor somehow looking down at it. He tried to move and yelped aloud that he couldn't move far from his body... His vessel? Himself.

"Well this is akward as hell. Hello? Wake up Me!" He tried half heartedly.

His body however remained decidedly unmoving and unconscious. A loud snore erupted from his body that shivered, No, it was all the confirmation he needed that his body was out for at least the next six hours.

He decidedly did not enjoy his bare cheeks out in the open for any pervert to see. He cautiously reached out and yelped when he touched himself. He felt it.

He gingerly reached out with extreme caution and giggled as his touched his bare heel.  "Ok."

"O.K."

"Okay." Brad attempted to not freak out.

He vowed to figure it all out later but right now, His body needed to be in bed. He clasped his body's heel and attempted to move. His leg dangled aloft in the air. He attempted to move and wooped in discovery. While he couldn't move far from his body. He could affect his body. That was good news as he cautiously leaned towards the bed and his naked body skated across the title ignominiously.

He hissed as his flesh hit carpet. He continued dragging and grimaced. "Rugburn!" 

Grateful, he had made it to the bed and hauled his body back unto its welcome surface. He gripped the blanket and covered himself, He straightend the pillows beneath his head.

"Now what?" He lamented, six hours was a long time. He didn't feel tired, he wasn't sure if this state could get tired. He wondered if this meant he'd be able to binge watch his favorite shows or do a nonstop marathon? Certainly he wasn't doing much like this.

Brad made a mental note to unpack books, his computer and keep it close to his bed. If this continued. All he could do was look at unopened boxes in an unadorned apartment apart from this bed.

"Note to self, keep entertainment near sleeping area." The stark reality hit him profoundly. He could do nothing but keep vigil over his body for the next six hours. Dawn was nowhere in sight. For the night was young.