I am at war with nature. I have had to watch numerous videos about how sex is only allowed with sober consent, and yet Mother Nature is jumping my immune system with her reproductive junk without even taking me out for dinner and a movie. I am so abused in this relationship I want her to be locked up, or at least go to counseling. When I say no, it should mean no. Even when I sleep she is up to her nefarious tricks. Don’t you ever get enough, Mother Nature? I can’t wait till you take a cold shower!
I have deprived myself from you long enough. My desire to be in your arms is almost overwhelming. The mere thought of being in your sweet embrace leaves me breathless in anticipation. Is it too much to hope you will join me in my bed tonight? I know I have spurned you lately. Two days ago it was that movie I really wanted to watch, but I started it way too late. Yesterday it was the work I brought home. Things keep getting in the way between us. I want to make it up to you. I love you sleep.
“Young man,” said an older gentleman holding a futuristic device of LCD screens, nobs, and buttons, “would a movie of your life be interesting?”
“Hell yeah, dude,” Jeremiah said.
The man pointed his gizmo at Jeremiah and Jeremiahs world exploded as he fell to the ground. The electrodes that had smashed through his skull almost jerked out of his brain, but the barbs held them in. Jeremiah looked at the man as the old man pressed buttons. The device came to life, and Jeremiah could hear his memories begin to play on the device as his eyes faded to black.