Have you ever woken up out of a dead sleep and have no idea why. I’m sure there was some sort of sound, I just can’t figure out what it was. And now i am completely awake. So it is early, it is still dark but I am going to go ahead with the morning prompt and see if it wakes me up or sends me back to sleep. So let’s go.
I think I’d want to rework this but I kind of like it. And I am now fully awake. I wonder if I can make coffee without anyone noticing.
Tuesday, October 4th: Emmet’s eyes widened.
Emmet’s eyes widened. The placid river he was gliding along on his homemade raft was beginning to look a little less placid as he rode his raft downstream. The water looked a little choppy.
He had been so proud of building the raft, of constructing something that would float and carry him faster than he could walk. Where he came across the knowledge of how to build the raft was a mystery to him. He had never had any wilderness training or been a part of any form of survivalist group. He couldn’t build a fire and he didn’t even like watching wilderness shows on television.
He liked the city, and he liked his entertainment to reflect that. He couldn’t even remember watching a show where anyone built a raft. Still when he needed to do it, the information came gliding into his brain. His brain seemed to see the pieces of bamboo and figure out how to bind them together.
What his mind saw, his hands were unfamiliar with. There was much trial and error as he lashed the bamboo poles together. His hands were sore and raw by the time he was through, but when he eased the raft into the water it glided across the surface like a duck. Or like he imagined a duck would prior to being roasted.
His only experience with duck involved the local Chinese restaurant down the street from his apartment. But like the knowledge of raft building his brain seemed to know that ducks floated.
It was significantly less duck gliding when he placed himself on it. Once on it he looked around as though forgetting something even though he knew he had nothing with him. He had never gone on a trip without luggage before and it’s lack made him think he forgot something.
‘I packed luggage at least,” he told himself as he used one of the spare bamboo poles to push himself into the current. Traveling along was faster and infinitely better than hiking through the jungle as he had been. There each step was a fight against choking vines and dense growth. He had no idea the jungle would be so untidy.
Emmet thought he must have been on the river floating along gently for at least an hour, maybe two before the water started to become a little choppy. Without his cell phone he had a had time trying to determine how much time had passed. At first the choppy water didn’t bother him. It was a little rough, but nothing to fear. When larger boulders began to appear he was able to use his bamboo pole to push off of them, keeping his raft from smashing into them. He sat up on his knees and set to work as though he was a pin ball determined not to hit the buzzer. It was only after he navigated past the large rocks that he noticed the water was running faster, much faster than it had before. Up ahead he heard the sound of rushing water. It was thunderous. He stood up on his knees and his mouth fell open as he saw the river ending in a waterfall just ahead.
Ten til Midnight 