"Indecision"

Darkness. That's all I see, all I feel, all there is. Darkness

I'm sitting on my butt with my legs crossed over each other like a pretzel. I assume I'm sitting on the ground, but I don't know what the ground is. I extend my arms away from my sides, probing the ground feeling it, but there's nothing to feel. It has no texture!

Then there was light. Suddenly I can see, but I see nothing. There is no sky, no sun, no clouds, no trees, and no houses. There's no ground. Wait what? There is no ground! I do a double take as I glance down at the nothingness below me. The ground is air! I'm standing on air! I see nothing because there is nothing to see.

Except, except a light bulb. A thin string hangs down from the non-existent sky. I follow it up, trying to find where it hangs from, but there's nothing. The harder I look, the more I strain my eyes, the more I see nothing. Frustrated I give up and look back at the light bulb, hanging above me. It flickers once then goes back to its steady stream of electric light racing across its filament. I start to stare past the light bulb, lost in my mind as I try to make sense of where I am. However, that's the problem, I'm not anywhere. As my curiosity continues to peak, I look to the sun to get a bearing on the time. I raise my head to the –

"Oh yeah. The freaking sun's a light bulb!" I mutter to myself, frustrated, and confused senseless. The crazy thing is I do feel like I've lost my senses. There's nothing to hear. The only thing I feel is the invisible ground but even that has no texture. There's nothing for me to taste or smell and I can't see anything. Maybe this is what it's like to be blind? No, that can't be it. I can see that flickering light bulb, and because of it there is light. However, there is nothing to see with that light, but the light's there. It's almost as if I'm floating in space, except all the dark area of nothingness around me is white.

I get up, off the ground? I guess I can call this hard invisible thing, "ground." I stand up, and try to examine the light the light bulb. Of course there's nothing to really see. Of course there isn't! It's a freaking light bulb. I give the light bulb an evil scowl it flickers once in return.

Then suddenly I'm in the middle of a meadow. A great green pasture flows through the meadow, over soft rolling hills before racing into a crystal clear, blue lake. Trees crowd the edge of the meadow and shadow a small cottage gently placed at the waters edge.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" the bald eagle on my left shoulder says.

"Yeah," I mutter, before realizing a bald eagle is on my shoulder, "Shew!" I yell. I slap the talons off me. Then I roll to the ground trying to be ready for any counter-attack the bird might bring. I turn to my left and see it swiftly land on the invisible ground, as it says,

"I'm not here to hurt you,"

"You're not?" I ask pulling myself to a crouch, but still balancing myself on the balls of my feet, prepared for any kind of strike.

"No, I'm here to guide," he says folding in his brilliant wings.

"Guide me? I don't need guidance," I puff at him.

"You have a choice to make," he explains.

"I do?" I ask, slowly beginning to feel that he is no threat.

Out of the corner of my eye I see something. I pivot, my body to see, and once I do I'm amazed by what I'm seeing. Buildings, skyscrapers, markets, cars, they all swirl around my as if I'm on a giant tilt-a-whirl. It's almost nauseating at first, but then suddenly the ride stops and I'm in the middle of a monstrous city. All around me are tall buildings, so tall it's as if they're reaching for the sky, but even then there still is no blue-sky, just white nothingness above them. I see people scurrying along their way down the sidewalks and hop-scotching their way across busy streets. It's as if everyone is out for them selves.

Some of the people are very well off. They have nice suits and brief cases, others have white tiger fur coats and tall skinny high-heels. But they aren't the only people out on this busy street. Other people are sitting on park benches huddled in side their old ragged jackets, clinging to their few belongings as they watch as a man runs through the park carrying a women's purse.

It's weird to look at. I'm standing on the inside of a square, composed of a park that's not very well kept in the middle, taking up the inner block, with tall high rise offices, and shops filled with well off people going about their business, taking no notice of the homeless milling around in the park.

"You should come here," a second eagle says, taking a seat on my right shoulder. I don't try to shew this one off, even though he looks much more evil than the other. He is a black vulture. His talons are long and green while his eyes are oozing green puss.

"Why?" I ask feeling rather repulsed by the fowl creature.

"Why not! Look at the people here! They're rich! They can have what ever they want!" the vulture sneers.

"But what about the homeless?" I inquire. Almost believing his truth bending answer.

"They don't matter. Look at them, they just sit on those benches and do nothing. They get fed when ever a stupidly generous person gives them some money," He answers, and then coughs up a small amount of blood that drips off his beak onto the sidewalk next to me.

Then before I have time to see what's happened, the city vanishes and the setting is gone. All I'm left with is the plain light bulb, flickering away even more now, once every two seconds or so.

"Don't go to the meadow only a boring life will come out of it." The vulture warns stepping of my shoulder into the air.

"And only a life of exhaustion and potential failure comes from the city," says the bald eagle, who's clearly run out of patience listening to the vultures oral garbage. "Go to the meadow and you'll be happy." He says cocking his head towards me.

"Yeah, if you find boring nothingness, to be your happiness," the vulture snaps back. He then redirects his attention to me, "come to the city and you will be rich beyond your wildest dreams."

"Yeah if you took another look around that dumb you'd see exactly what that sick vulture is eating," the bald eagle declares, raising his voice.

"Well at least I'm not a pansy eating tulip, like you!" the vulture shouts, furious at the eagle.

"Shut up!" I scream! "Shut up, both of you!" I trip away from them, and bash my head against the light bulb. For just a moment the whole world is dark but then suddenly it's bright again as the light bulb struggles to flicker back to life. It doesn't stay on for long though. The bulb is flickering on and off making the whole world seem to be under the flash of a strobe light.

"Oh now he's done it!" the vulture yells, already flying off back to the city, abandoning me.

"You need to make a choice now!" the eagle yells, flying up to my face in a panic, "Grab my talon, and I'll fly you to the meadow," At first I almost reach for the talon, but then I realize do I want to go to the meadow? Is it as boring and as the vulture had said it was? Do I even have a choice? The vulture already left, on his way back to the city. "You need to grab on, now!" the eagle pleads, as he glances at the strobing light bulb as if it was telling him something. Suddenly, with out any reason I can see, I grab on his talons. Then in an instant I was scooped up and I was soaring through the empty air, on my way to the meadow, but I don't why. I just grabbed on, then looking back at the city, I wonder if that would have been the better choice.

"Stupid" that's all I can say to my self as I let go of the eagle and fall to the ground. I sit up with a struggle as I clutch my bruised elbow. I can see the eagle in the air, turning to look at me, then he gives me the shaking of his head, marking his disapproval then carrying on with his flight back to the boring safety of the meadow. I stand and look over at the light bulb it flickers twice, and then goes out… for good.

Darkness. That's all I see, all I feel, all there is. Darkness