Eye Can See Clearly Now / May 14 2008
I awoke with a jolt this morning at 5am in worried-sheep mode, full of anxiety. I feared one of my big, black waves of depression was about to engulf me. I read some John Donne before going to sleep last night (yes, I read metaphysical poetry – try not to faint) to prevent just this kind of thing from happening.
I lay in bed for a moment, stroking Audrey’s soft head, trying to wake up properly. I put my mood down to the fact that I had been dreaming all night about producing a session for some awful rock band in a recording studio in Mansfield, and tried to wipe it from my memory.
To my further dismay, I realised as I was getting dressed that my right eye was very sore and heavily crusted over. ‘Please, God, not another eye infection,’ I moaned as I stumbled into the bathroom. After performing my watery ablutions however, it became obvious that all was well; my eye was fine, and, as the morning sun rose in the sky over Sutton to the east, I began to feel much better.
Things improved even more when a beautiful Colombian-looking woman – who I imagine is called Angela - smiled at me as we were enjoying our pre-breakfast promenade around the village green. Then, when we got back to the house, there was a big, fat cheque from the PRS waiting for me on the doormat.
Maybe there is a God after all; I used to think that he didn’t exist. I used to think that believing in God was like taking out an insurance policy for the afterlife, but one that the divinity would never have to pay out on. Sorry, God.
Filed under Depression / Dreams / God / Poetry / Pretty Girls
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2 comments on “Eye Can See Clearly Now”
Nelson Galaxy / May 14th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Don’t you go and find God Napoleon, it ain’t very rock n roll is it?
Napoleon Fantastic / May 14th, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Find God? Is he lost?
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