Bluek - pilot episode

I woke up this morning in a daze. When i first opened my eyes it was still dark. I stretched myself and felt some weight on my face. It was a book, i lifted it and squinted. There was light. It was already ten.

Earlier in the day Gordon was not feeling well. He did not eat as much as he use to and did not react when i call his name. It is most annoying, however i realise he has grown older now, and need some privacy. So i left him alone, hoping for him to claim glory in his own sedentary lifestyle. After some time, i acknowledged him again to find him enjoying his little nap. I looked at him and wonder what was in his tiny brain. Is he thinking of what might have been and what should be? I stared long enough to find some wrinkles on his face. He did not wake up, so i walked away.

I staggered to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. My mind was aloof and so was my soul. It must have been too much of heavy thinking the night before. Indeed the incident has affected my life and injured some parts of me. This morning, the memory came haunting and i suppose it will linger here until the injury is gone. All i have to do is to hang on and hope the wound would soon dry off. Many said time will heal, i just hope i will heal in time.

I drank the glass of water with my eyes half closed. I soon gulped in vigorously and left the glass thumped on the dining table. It must have been quite an impact, because the water left spilled. I took a closer look at the spilled water, it resembled a crescent. So much for such artistic talents, i stood and wandered away in contentment.