I had fallen into a deep spell. My mind did not want to think anymore and that is what sometimes happens when things don't go according to my plan. It wasn't my fault, when I was a baby, a witch cursed me at the hospital where I was born. Thinking she had been cheated by God she was full of revenge in her heart. Witches are very loving people you know, at least at one point in their lives they were. But having had a lifetime of unfulfilled wishes she one day cursed God for the talents she got. "Why would you give me these talents with the promise of success and then close every door in my way!" She screamed so loud it shattered her soul into pieces. She was angry and it consumed her being. Driven by jealousy all she could think now was to steal dreams from others, her loud screams became a high pitched victory laughter every time she completed an evil scheme. Her new one was to deplete any new soul the chance to succeed in their passion. Why should anyone succeed if she was not granted that wish?
As she walked into the hospital room full of some sleepy and some crying babies she spotted me. I looked at her and smiled. "Boy, the stories I can come up with you!" Thought my baby mind. At that moment she slid her wrinkly hand on my head and said. "Your soul will be intoxicated with fear and deep insecurities every time your dreams encounter rejection to the point of non-action. You will fall asleep into a depression of the soul and mind and no one will be able to save you." A screeching laughter followed, that made all babies cry for hours.
Today, I had fallen into that state of mind again, all I want to do is sleep. While sleeping in bed I was attacked by a militia of termites. They swarmed all over me but I could not hear them in spite of their attempts to bug me. They decided the only way to help me was to turn me into one of them in order to wake me. There, on my bed I became a tiny termite waking up by a sharp command. "Wake up!" The colonel said. "Who are you?" I said. "Stand up! Our queen summons you." I did as told and walked in with them into the guts of my house. I suddenly had a strange appetite for wood but they didn't let me get some, not even a snack. They seemed in such a hurry. I walked into a gorgeous and well carved wooden room, resembling rococo columns from the 18th century. There, in front of me was the queen, sitting on her throne. "Come child" she was sweet and kind. "I hear you've been sleeping quite a bit." She said to me. "Yes, I guess so." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Shouldn't you be writing and creating? We like you better when you are productive." She added. "I can't help it, you can't help to eat wood and I can't help to let insecurities eat my soul, it's a spell." I said. "Oh I see, you are just suffering from a spell" It's nothing." She said laughing. "Oh no, the witch said it could not be broken." I told her. "Of course she did, that's what all witches do, they lie." To what she added, "Wake up and go out there, no matter how you feel, don't stop. Learn from us, we are so tiny and we have already eaten quite a chunk of your house!" She said with excitement. The militia clapped. "Little by little, one day at a time." She added kindly. "Ouch! What is that?" Something bit my arm." I said. "Don't be silly child, you are a termite now and we don't have arms." Said the queen. All the soldiers laughed. Ouch! I hit my arm so hard this time, I woke up surrounded by flying termites. "It’s time to tent the house again." I thought with a sigh.
Termites got me out of bed that day and the days to follow because they eat wood and I make up stories. No one can stop us from doing what it’s in our nature.
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