Thursday, October 12, 2006

That's Our Kafka!

When Carrie and Rusty woke up this morning from unsettling dreams, they found themselves changed in their bed into a monstrous vermin. Rusty insisted that he be thought of as a cockroach while Carrie opted for the more generic "bug," citing that she felt more magical that way. "This isn't magical, this is real," Rusty argued, and Carrie said, "It's the beginnings of magic realism," and Rusty said, "I guess."

They were lying on their backs, as hard as armor plates, and they observed each other's vaulted brown bellies, arch-shaped ribs, and pitifully-thin multitude of legs, which were -- they noticed with amusement -- waving around helplessly before their eyes. "Cut it out there, twitchy," Rusty said. "You're no morning sunshine either," Carrie said.

"What's happened to us?" Rusty said. It was the obvious question. "We're not dreaming," Carrie said. And they weren't. It was their room, a regular human room. Red curtains covered vertical blinds that hung over their sliding glass door that lead into their back yard. A regular wooden door led to their living room. A closet door led to their closet. Yet another door led to their second bathroom. A CD of The Doors was spinning, on pause, in their player from the previous night. Carrie's Halloween costume of the Doormouse from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland lay on the floor next to Rusty's robe and blue jeans. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, they both had dour expressions.

It never rained in the Valley, but it had been raining every day for two weeks, and it was raining this morning as well. "How about going back to sleep for a few minutes and forgetting all this nonsense," Rusty suggested, but Carrie thought that was completely impracticable, since they were used to sleeping on their sides and at the present state could not get into that position. "Spooning isn't everything," Rusty offered.

"Oh God," Carrie said, "what grueling jobs we've picked." She had a five course load this semester. Rusty had only four and so was able to spend some of his time, while Carrie was preparing for the next day's class, playing Theif 3 on his computer.

"This getting up so early," Rusty said, "makes anyone a complete idiot. Human beings have to have their sleep."

"If you were in a book, some student would highlight what you just said," Carrie noted.

And so on. Brown liquid. Apples lodged in torso. Daughter stretching her young body.