Dogs 2012
WORLD ON DEMAND
(3/12/12)
Brother Bollocks awakes on Saturday morning his eyes opening to a swirling miasma of glowing pastel fog he can see in plain daily detail to the extent of the edges of his bed before losing all semblance of material definition in a maelstrom of mauve mint and teal no walls no ceiling he looks over the side no floor he closes his eyes then slowly reopens to the same ill defined backdrop in an effort to clear his vision he reaches distractedly for his glasses on the nightstand which appears out of the mist as if by command his fingers gripping an ear piece he studies the apparition for a bit then retrieves his spectacles as he watches the small piece of furniture and lamp recede into the clouds when he pulls his hand back to the confines of his bedsheet planet still a bit hazy from the new environment he hazards an experiment easing into a sitting position sliding legs around to the edge and watching the infinite drop below his feet gradually morph into hardwood floor for an area of about 3 feet in circumference as his soles touch down he stands and turns to see the furthest reaches of the bed recede into the visual vacuum he takes a step toward where the desk should be and watches the floor expand in that direction the chair materialize and one corner of the table top land upon a supporting leg he retreats and that vision of stability disappears he steps to the other side of the former room and the dresser with its associated surface of personal clutter jumps from the calm chaos he is seemingly creating substance out of the void a lesser man might fancy himself a god Brother Bollocks chuckles at the absurdity and opens the top drawer for a clean pair of underwear