Vague Lights Geometrical Figures
“Whoa, dude, that’s amazing!” I shouted, the scene of serenity I was experiencing isolating me from the outside world so much that I forgot Jerry was just in front of me.
With my eyes closed, my typically busy brain was at peace. The colourful shapes danced in front of my eyes in a playful manner. The lights pulsed on and off, flashing at indiscernible distances from behind the shapes. They intertwined together, creating connections I could only hope to one day understand. I saw patterns, insights, and answers to questions I had sought my entire life. They were all there right in front of me at that precise and pristine moment. Total bliss. Total zen.
Then I felt a slimy sensation on my forehead that rudely shook me out of nirvana. The experience filled me with so much joy that I lost track of time and was rudely awakened by the sensation of Jerry stuck to my forehead.
“Take me down.” Squelched Jerry, and my eyes flicked up to my forehead to sense his small black form just out of view.
I raised my arm to my head, still a bit shaky after my experience.
“Careful…” He said as I plucked his soft form from my forehead with a wet squelching pop and placed him down on a bed of soft leaves that he called his office.
“How long was I under?” I asked, scratching Jerry’s previous resting place and checking my watch.
“The usual session length. 20 minutes.” Said Jerry gruffly, ringing up a receipt on his tiny computer that was connected to a comically oversized printer compared to his stature.
“Ah, right, of course.” I said, “It felt longer.”
Jerry shrugged. Or at least, the upper part of his small, mottled body made a small shudder that I interpreted as a shrug. It looked like a shrug anyway.
“I need more of that, Jerry. I have been so stressed at work. And those visions you put inside my head. I am buzzing for days! Dude, they keep me going.”
He pulled out a small notebook and flipped through the pages with his tentacles. For a creature that made me feel so good, he was extremely detached and business-like. Ah well.
“Can fit you in on Friday.” He said, “Double session?”
“That would be great, Jerry,” I said, handing over the money for our appointment and gathering myself to leave.
I re-entered normality reluctantly, the noise and busyness of the street shocking me with its intensity. I was so out of it, I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped into someone walking in the other direction. They looked up at the name of the shop I had emerged from.
“Jerry Kolynski, Psychic slug and therapist.” They said, looking back at me, furrowing their brow harshly with concern. “Eww, who’d want a slug on their body? That’s gross.” They threw their chewing gum on the floor and stomped off on their way.
Some people have such a limited worldview, that’s why I see Jerry. He broadens my horizons.
If you like what you're reading, support my work
Sudowrite is an AI-powered writing assistant that helps you brainstorm, outline, and write your stories.
Sign up for Sudowrite