Post by Torture on May 29, 2006 6:18:25 GMT -5
- Click. The sound of the alarm clock turning from 3:56 AM to 3:57 AM.
- Torture is sleeping in his bed. All alone. It's hot. Really hot. For some reason. Torture is tossing and turning in his bed when he sits up real fast. Sweating all over the place. Sweat in his eyes. He rubs his eyes to a burning sensation. He's looking around wondering why it is so hot. He steps out of bed. Boxer shorts on. Tatoos all over his arms, like always. He takes a short walk from his bed to his bathroom. Steam is everywhere. Tort turns on the water and splashes cool water on his face.
- He looks up in his huge mirror and wipes it off. Because it's so hot, steam is filling up the small apartment. Torture looks away, but then quickly looks back at the mirror. He notices something. He slowly puts his finger on the mirror. We can't see what it is. To us, its just a reflection of a man with 5 O'Clock shadow and an overheating house.
Torture: 'Tasha.... my god.. it's you...
- He puts his whole hand on the mirror. We still don't see what he see's. What the hell is wrong with him.
Torture: You and Benjamin okay...
- Torture's hand slides off the mirror as a tear falls down his cheek. Steam fills up the mirror and I muster up that she must have faded in the reflection with the steam that filled up the glass reflector. Torture walks out of the bathroom and turns to his wall heater that stands about 'Tort-Hieght'. The heater is on. It broke and turned on. It's about 120 degree's in the house on a nice end of May night.
- Torture drives his fist into the heater. It smokes and turns off. Torture walks back into his bedroom and lays on his bed. Laying in his own sweat. His Memorial Day started off with a hot, steamy, wake up call.
- Click. The sound of the alarm clock going from 4:01 AM to 4:02 AM.
- Torture is sleeping in his bed. All alone. It's hot. Really hot. For some reason. Torture is tossing and turning in his bed when he sits up real fast. Sweating all over the place. Sweat in his eyes. He rubs his eyes to a burning sensation. He's looking around wondering why it is so hot. He steps out of bed. Boxer shorts on. Tatoos all over his arms, like always. He takes a short walk from his bed to his bathroom. Steam is everywhere. Tort turns on the water and splashes cool water on his face.
- He looks up in his huge mirror and wipes it off. Because it's so hot, steam is filling up the small apartment. Torture looks away, but then quickly looks back at the mirror. He notices something. He slowly puts his finger on the mirror. We can't see what it is. To us, its just a reflection of a man with 5 O'Clock shadow and an overheating house.
Torture: 'Tasha.... my god.. it's you...
- He puts his whole hand on the mirror. We still don't see what he see's. What the hell is wrong with him.
Torture: You and Benjamin okay...
- Torture's hand slides off the mirror as a tear falls down his cheek. Steam fills up the mirror and I muster up that she must have faded in the reflection with the steam that filled up the glass reflector. Torture walks out of the bathroom and turns to his wall heater that stands about 'Tort-Hieght'. The heater is on. It broke and turned on. It's about 120 degree's in the house on a nice end of May night.
- Torture drives his fist into the heater. It smokes and turns off. Torture walks back into his bedroom and lays on his bed. Laying in his own sweat. His Memorial Day started off with a hot, steamy, wake up call.
- Click. The sound of the alarm clock going from 4:01 AM to 4:02 AM.
