Black And White

Excitement as high as Mount Titlis, the atmosphere as loud as Nirvana, energy soaring like a stalk of whipped asparagus, Martin stepped home driven with felicity. He cascaded upon his favorite recliner and reminisced over the memories of the past few days. Life had not been so friendly before, nor were the circumstances so germane.

Few seconds of silence elapsed and Martin had no argument to encounter his own feelings with. They were far too strong and blooming from within to have bridged the gaps in his mind. All he knew was the fresh breeze blustering outside of his hood. The moon was shining in all its eminence, the night sky was dark though felt as if it was welcoming him into its fragrance. He began pouring the much craved wine in his favorite beautifully engraved crystal goblet and lit his chosen cigar that worth a king's ransom.

Excitement now shot skyrocket. Few minutes of serenity concluded rowdily. The instant of compassion evaded to meaninglessness and the dominating state of achievement transformed to bewilderment. The fireplace situated behind Martin's recliner emitted a baffling smoke that eventually grabbed every hollow space in the room. The atmosphere as loud as nirvana swished into effluvium causing him to faint as his energy withered. By this time, the smoke had readily heated the room to ravage more than one fancy items that existed. No, not the atypical fumes discharged by the fireplace. This time, it was Martin's cigar worth an arm and a leg, that lay at no distance from the exuberant goblet that beget the delicate glass smash to bits. It did seem as if it really costed him an arm and a leg, did it not?

He lay torpid on the rug in the room all night and opened eyes, the next morning. It wasn't just daybreak, but he opened eyes to change. Yes, change in form of withdrawal from excitement. The windows, mirrors and any other form of glass that were placed in the room were encapsulated in a drape of fog. The clueless lad dazed at the blur surfaces of each of them. Decrepit, he made his steps towards the recliner and the broken goblets. The next thing he touched was the window sill and the glass that mirrored his own image once his finger wiped the haze off.

The protagonist now stood firmly and gazed at his own shadow. Devoid of excitement surrounded by the distasteful atmosphere and minimal energy though, the clueless lad was no longer clueless. In fact, he withdrew from excitement only to be able to see his own self in black and white.

Contemplate, before it is too late. Withdrawal symptoms may be steep in terms of expense. Martin was only spellbound by the striking light that shone upon his eyes. It did not brighten his vision but only blocked what lay across.

Traverse through the bolt no matter how jarring it may be. Suffering a setback felt excruciating, just as Martin knew it to be.