Author’s Note: This post has been translated. The original post is from 2019.
I found myself suddenly in the middle of a forest. A rainy forest. Idyllic. As far as the eye could see, tree trunks stretched in every direction. I lifted my gaze directly up, and the greenery flooded my eyes. Very few sun rays, ululating, were able to penetrate the green-tops. The branches all around, rocking melodic in the chill breeze, seemed dedicated to singing the hymns of that magical forest.
I started to walk downhill. Trying to make my sneakers have as little impact as possible on the fuzzy green moss that carpeted every inch between tree and tree. But failing at this endeavor with every footstep, and every time I stepped, the lightly lingering dew would fly off from the green mantle and onto my sneakers, making them look like as new.
Here and there, I’d misstep and slip a little. Without fall or injury, but then the sharply cold dew would rise over the moss and the grass and reach up to even my knees. Every tiny droplet a cold stinger. Happy; I smiled since I thought the forest was returning an icy affection in exchange for my rough strides.
As I walked, I noticed that what was at first a trickle of clear water. Started carving a path for itself in the middle of the forest. Cleaving the moss. Forming a bank. That trickle of water, which seemed content to serpentine among the roots of the towering trees, grew larger and larger… until it became a stream. Until the gentle gurgle of the clear waters joined in the branches in that enchanted forest to form a panegyric lullaby.
To my surprise, after rounding the trunk of a stupendously thick tree, I found a little rowboat floating placid amidstream. Some fallen branches, and the shallow water, impeded its movement downstream. Without much deliberation, I decided to liberate. With no little effort I moved the branches aside. Occasionally while doing this the waters would splash and make me suspire from the cold. The tiny boat, eager, seemed to understand immediately my intention and started to move with the water, slowly. It was obvious, that if I got on the tiny boat, it would hit bottom. And neither of us would get no where. For this reason I walked downstream hugging the shore while the little boat moved ever so slow… But little by little gaining in speed.
For sure, the stream widened. And the tiny boat, animated, gained more speed. My leisurely steps had to become a brisk walk. And a little after, I would need to jump between moss and stone. Stretching to the limit what little athleticism I did not posses just to keep apace with the little rowboat. On occasion I would step into the waters, making it so that my sneakers were soaked, and I feet felt I had ice cubes for feet. I was so engrossed, calculating every step, measuring my distance from any branches, estimating the thickness of the moss over the stones, trying not to step inside the cold brook, and judging my poor balance not to fall… That I did not notice the stream had become a river full. That the tiny boat wasn’t slow and placid going but quick, proud… Joyful.
In my mind, as usual, I imagined the worst. Imagined I fell down in the shore of the brook. That I cracked my head on one of its stones. That I broke my remaining good leg tangled up in the roots of some tree. That I would never again see the little rowboat. That I would not get to experience the joy of that little boat rushing downstream through that enchanting forest.
And of course…
I fell.
Face down. Instantly feeling the impact in my arms, and making my muscles limp. Narrowly avoided hitting my head. But with my eyes mere millimeters away from a sharpened rock. For but a moment, I contemplated sitting down right there. To become part of the landscape forever, but an exception.
Recalled the little boat. It would have gone far by now. I lamented.
“Of course you failed, you never have good dreams.”
But…
I lifted my gaze.
Just a few meters away, on the other shore, maybe trapped by an eddy. The little boat turned lazily round over the waters, and it looked like it turned turned towards me. Seemingly… Like it was waiting… For me.
I only had to go across the water.
And I did just that.
Once again forcing my laughable athleticism to a maximum. With my arms hurting and numb. With the cold water up to my navel. And trying to remember how do even people get on a boat while in the water, remembering only heroic people climbing on boats. But I made it to the little boat. And climbed on it.
And just like that, like made to order. The river took us away both.
For some time I shaked in my clothes, all of it now wet. The cold was spectacular, But I smiled as I noticed, that the river had also made a path for the Sun. Here and there I could feel its warmth. I lay down on the little boat. Looking at the sky. The infinite blue starting to break up more and more the intense green from the trees. The forest melting away in front of my eyes. And the boat went faster and faster. A heavy splash took me out of my trance.
Startled, I sat up to see, almost horrified, that the river had become certifiably violent. The clear waters turning white. The waves making the little boat tremble to and fro…
Of course…
The little boat, and me with it, were going directly into a cascade.
Cero good dreams, remember?
The white water surrounded us. I looked frantically towards shore but the river was so wide I practically could not see green as the white waters rose and weaved impeding my sight. I tried to look upwards at the sky, mistakenly thinking it had become cloudy. But it was the waters that threatened to drown both me and the little boat. The waters enveloped us inexorably. The cold was inescapable. The fall after the cascade inevitable
For a second, just for a second, a single moment just before falling:
I clearly saw… It wasn’t just me falling. And the little boat. It wasn’t any cascade but a gigantic one. Part of infinite cascades. Each one bigger than the next one. Until the entire world seemed to pour down and become a singular cascade the trapped and fell everything. Engulfing anything. Planets would fall into cascades into pieces. The very stars would stop shining as they fell into the icy waters.
I too
Fell
I closed my eyes.
I opened them.
my cock
yeah
my cock had been sending messages to my brain for hours. and now that my brain was awake the message from my cock was monotone but urgent.
y.o.u… h.a.v.e… F.I.V.E… s.e.c.o.n.d.s… t.o… g.e.t… t.o… t.h.e… b.a.t.h.r.o.o.m… b.e.f.o.r.e… y.o.u… p.e.e… y.o.u.r.s.e.l.f.
