Operation: Dim Pages

Simeon hated Tuesdays. He especially hated late Tuesday afternoons. Any other day of the week was blissful, and bright. It bothered him observing everyone living typical daily routines, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was, in fact, Tuesday. Simeon’s day was unaffected by what day of the week it was; it didn’t matter. The only thing on his mind was executing his next step in his operation with his workmate Milo. He knew today would be a success. The operation was dependent only on the contents of the ‘dim pages,’ the collection of data Milo gathered, and Simeon analyzed. Once Milo arrived, they began on foot to station one. There weren't any heavy objects, nothing of value was inside this one. They had a hunch telling them to go further inside anyway, for research purposes. They had enough time and decided to take advantage of an easy entry and finding. Wherever they wanted to go they went. It could be risky sometimes, but the two pals had a vision that had to be met by any means necessary. Milo loved to explore each station he discovered. Before groundwork, when he was carefully locating the data for each station, he so anticipated arriving and beholding the magnificence of his findings. He never seemed to be disappointed. Simeon, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to move on to the next assigned location. He enjoyed his time discovering with Milo, they both shared the same excitement for their work. So, he always stayed for as long as Milo pleased. Nothing on earth would allow Simeon to rush because he too, found each finding magnificent. Station two was everything Simeon wanted. By the contents of dimpages, he saw clearly how abundant this station would prove to be for their operation. He was often right about his hunches, and he was certain about this one, he couldn’t stop convincing Milo about it. He knew they’d see it for themselves. Outside, there were bright magenta flowers. Inside, the walls were glowing excellently. It was so beautiful, they didn’t want to look anymore. It was enough. But the house was so big, so mysterious. It seemed so pristine as if nobody really lived inside. Dust covered everything on the walls, ceiling, floors, furniture, staircase, it was much. It was like spiderwebs covering the side of a bush or morning dew on a 100-acre field. It was beautiful. They knew this was a treasure. The atmosphere alone magnetized their desire for more. Milo clutched the dimpages, a black notebook with the tips of the pages tinted gold all around. Simeon smiled greatly. There was a photo of a handsome family on the wall covered in dust. They held their breath and they went up the staircase. They knew exactly where to go. Upstairs wasn't as dusty. The sun shining through the windows made the dust that filled the air dance. It was magical and warm. The string hung down the hallway from the ceiling. Milo rushed to pull it down and dust, of course, covered the two. All the way upstairs was cooler. The air felt crisp and made them feel alert. There were typical attic things in the attic. There were attic things such as a typical box with typical contents. There was no lock, so Simeon opened the box easily. There was cash. There were wrist watches. The watches they kept and the money they’d spend. Simeon and Milo felt peace and happiness. This was the point of the operation after all. Successful findings was the goal. They gathered the data carefully and analyzed delicately. They didn't worry any day of the week. They needed everyone else to have a typical Tuesday so theirs could be an amazing Tuesday. It always was. Simeon still hated Tuesdays. Though his operation wouldn't be as successful if they knew Tuesdays were great, he still wished the others did. So that they too, could find typical attic things. Simeon loved that house.