Deacon Humbert

A Day Lived Again

On this fateful night of darkness, with the moon looming in full view, Jon Baptiste lost touch with this reality. In truth, the hooves of reality kicked him deep into another. Heart pounding, breath quickening, Jon found himself in a strange, unknowable land. His mind was preloaded with a sense of finding something. The sound of crows filled his ears, and a feeling of dread filled his stomach. He wanted to find it, whatever it was, his mind continued to wander, he felt he was in the right place – but what was “it”? The fog made it impossible to make out anything other than the muddy road ahead. It all felt like a bad dream and quite literally was. Fear crept in as the scent of a pungent rose might do on a humid day. Vanquished of any sense of adventure, Jon, frozen in utter horror of it all, did not attempt to voyage any further. The crows grew louder, the fog thickened, Jon was helpless as he catalyzed back into reality, he sat up in bed sweating worse than a triathlon runner.