Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 10, 2011

White Ceiling – A Story

WARNING – MATURE CONTENT

 

White Ceiling by Richard Bergstrom

 

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over, spread his woman’s thighs, and entered her.  After a time, she smiled and he felt good.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in his cloth.  His door opened.  He left his room and at the end of the hallway, the far door opened.  He walked down the corridor and entered his office.  He sat down.  He pressed the five buttons because it was important and then saw his woman smile.  He smiled back and the door opened.  He reentered the hallway, and the door to his right opened.  He sat down with his son.  His woman placed the food in front of him, then in front of his boy, then sat down with her food.  All three of them opened their mouths and ate their food.  The woman and boy looked at him and smiled.  The door opened and they stood up and walked into the hallway.  A door opened and his boy walked through and laid down on the bed.  The door closed, and his door opened.  He walked through and
took off his cloth.  His woman was there.  He laid down in his bed, entered her.  After she smiled, he felt good, then fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over, spread his woman’s thighs, and entered her.  After a time, she smiled and he felt good.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in his cloth.  His door opened.  He left his room and at the end of the hallway, the far door opened.  He walked down the corridor and fell.  He pressed the five buttons because it was important but the buttons were hot and then he stopped falling.  He could not reenter the hallway but he could see he was touching a long grey tube in front of him.  Far down, there was a red and grey haze.  He moved his thighs, but could not sit down.  Beneath him, a woman was placing food in front of a man and a boy.  All three of them opened their mouths and ate their food.  The woman and boy looked at the man and smiled.  The door opened and they stood up and walked into the hallway beneath him and fell.  A door opened and gray smoke came through.  The door closed, and a door
opened.  His feet moved but he could not walk through.  He took off his cloth and fell and fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over, spread his woman’s thighs, and entered her.  After a time, she smiled and he felt good.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in his cloth.  His door opened.  He left his room and at the end of the hallway, the far door opened.  He walked down the corridor and stopped.  He sat down.  He touched the cold floor because it was important and saw his smile reflected.  He smiled back and his door opened.  His woman entered the hallway, and the door to his left opened.  She walked around him and through the door.  He stood up and walked right into the office door.  He turned around and walked into his door.  He turned around again.  The door to his left opened.  He walked around his woman and his son and entered the room.  He sat down and opened his mouth.  After a time, he stood up and walked into the door.  He turned and walked into the wall.  He stopped, then he took off his cloth.  His woman
was not there.  He laid down on the floor then fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over, and looked at his woman’s thighs.  After a time, she smiled.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in his cloth.  His door opened.  He left his room and at the end of the hallway, the far door opened.  He walked back into his room.  His woman was putting on her cloth.  He sat down on the bed.  He pressed his woman’s shoulder because it was important and then saw his woman smile.  He smiled back and the door opened.  He opened his mouth as the woman turned towards the door.  He pressed his woman’s shoulder and opened his mouth.  The woman tried to walk towards the door.  He laid her down on the bed and took off her cloth.  She opened her mouth and he entered her.  He fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over and opened his mouth.  His woman spread her warm thighs and he entered her.  After a time, she smiled and his woman put on her cloth and left the room.  He fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over and pressed her warm shoulder because it was important.  He opened his mouth and pressed her again.  After a time, she smiled and his woman put on her cloth and left the room.  He fell asleep.

White ceiling, he was awake in his room.  He turned over and looked at her white shoulders and dark hair.  He looked at the white wall behind the bed.  He pressed the cold wall above her head because it was important.  After a time, she smiled and his woman left the room.  He fell asleep.

White room, he was awake.  He turned over, spread his woman’s pale thighs, and tried to enter her.  After a time, her lips parted, showing white teeth.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in his white cloth.  His door opened.  He left his room and at the end of the hallway, the far door quickly opened.  He walked slowly down the corridor and entered the room.  He sat down.  He looked at the white buttons with dark markings because it was important.  He saw his woman’s frozen smile and pressed it.  It felt like the cold wall.  The door opened.  He reentered the hallway, and the door to his right opened.  He looked, then sat down with his dark son.  His white woman placed the grey food in front of him, then in front of his boy, then sat down with her food.  His woman and son opened their mouths as he touched his food.  It was a grey tube.  His woman and son ate their food then looked at him and smiled.  The door opened.  His woman and son stood
up and walked into the hallway.  A door opened and his boy walked through and laid down on the bed.  The door closed.  After a time, he opened his mouth then he ate his food.  He fell asleep.

Grey ceiling, he was in a room on a bed.  He turned over, and saw the walls of the room twisting back and forth in a haze.  Seeing became questioning, questionings became meanings, and in the meanings, words began to form into thoughts.  He pressed the wall with a thought, and the haze parted.  He saw a figure standing there, revealed in red, the cloth was the same color as the fire that had sundered his world.

The figure opened its mouth.

“To be or not to be, that is your question.”

The man queried, “Am I dreaming that I am, or am I a dream?”

“To live is to die.  No more does that happen.  By a sleep, we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that your flesh is heir to.  Those who now sleep do not think, or speak, or dream.”

He retorted, “I think, therefore I am.”

“Do you want the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor’s wrong, the pangs of despised love, the insolence of office?  To grunt and sweat under a weary life, but dread of something after death?  We do not breed thinkers.”

The man asked, “Are you honest?”

“Your resolute life has been sickened with the pale cast of thought.”

The frown twisted the man’s face, ‘What should those as I do crawling between my room and my office?” 

“Let the doors open and close for you, so that you may play the man nowhere but in your own house.  We gave you a face, do not make yourself another.  You consummate, you walk, you press buttons, you eat, and you put your son to bed.  Make diligence your ignorance and farewell.”

White ceiling, he was awake in a room.  He turned over, spread the woman’s lips, and kissed her.  After a time, she smiled and he felt good.  He stood from his bed and wrapped himself in cloth.  The door opened.  He left the room and at the end of the hallway, the far door opened.  He walked down the corridor and entered the office.  He sat down.  He pressed the five marked buttons because it was important and then saw the woman’s image above the word “TRUTH”.  He smiled back and the door opened.  He reentered the hallway, and the door to his right opened.  He sat down with the boy.  The woman placed the food in front of him, then in front of the boy, then sat down with her food.  All three of them opened their mouths but he ate their pills.  The woman and boy looked at him and smiled as his stomach swelled.  After a time, he felt good, then fell asleep.

 

Please feel free to check out the new post “Jordan Zimmerman’s Sing-A-Long Blog – A Parody “A Man’s Gotta Do” ” at http://bergstromblogsonbaseball.wordpress.com 

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Thanks!

Richard

 

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