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wanting to lie down and ignore everything for a few minutes and recalled thinking how strange this must have looked. I was in a public place being summoned by a huge floating cell, a scene that could have been apparent from miles away yet not a soul was present. My only feelings were of retreat, wanting to lie down in a nearby bush or something. Ineeded to at least sit if not lie down. I was no longer aware of any shrubs or soft patches of grass because I could see nothing but a white haze. Walking away in any direction was difficult as there was no longer an East or West and the sensation would be like wading against a tide. I just felt the need to crouch to ease the fatigue in my lower back and legs. As I did I reached down with both hands to touch the floor and to my relief felt the cool dry grass beneath me. I couldn’t actually see it, just the dense consistency of the whiteness everywhere but I at least knew I was still in the park. That was it. I could finally crouch down onto the grass and roll onto my side. It was a good sensation and I felt at peace though I knew this oddity still hovered above. Perhaps acting submissive and ignoring it might cause it ignore me, like playing possum. None of this would have been the rational action to take in circumstances like these, but in the unexplored territory of the Otherness the dream logic tule. This thing wanted me sleepy and unquestioning and that was the way it would be. I closed my eyes tightly and covered my head with my arms to block out the persistent white. Losing consciousness was incredibly easy that night and it was the last I remembered. 45