Micah Jennings

1.20.05 Thursday [plan B]

I dreamt last night. Haven’t in a long time, but I did.

I was falling from a rooftop, falling very fast, watching the windows and balconies blur by at my side. A face called from above: “Wait! Wait! Wait!” It just went on and on and on. I couldn’t see who it was, but I knew the voice—it belonged to Reginald Memphis.

It’s the other question I can’t figure out: what did he want with me? He knew I was coming (he had to have known—he was just sitting there, waiting), so why didn’t he have me arrested? After all, with judge status, it shouldn’t be hard at all to station a few cops here and there, guarding the windows and doors. But there was nothing. Even on the way home I had a clear path! So what did he want? Could he have really meant what he said—that he just wanted to talk?? I ask myself these questions again and again—they bounce around in my head like rubber balls. What if…What IF I went back?

I think I know how I’d do it, too. I’d break in JUST before the he gets home from work. I’d sit in his little recliner and wait for him, just like he did to me, and then I’d say something like, “Ok, let’s talk.” I’m tired of feeling like this is totally out of my hands. I’m about to take control again.

Yes, that’s it… It’s the answer to everything—turn it all upside down, throw the ball back in his court and see what he comes up with! You can’t stop me now, Reginald. I will keep at it until I’m on top…

-M.J.

posted by Mr. Linty @ 9:08 PM