Bit part life (short story)

  I don't know how your memory works; or mine for that matter but I am more aware of the workings of my memory. Now it had given out on me along with everything else I was truely aware of it. This dark calm place I call the boot zone; between the memories, imaginings and nightmares I wait. A chair dusty with-god-knows-what and a book. Always a book I had read, this time it was Catch 22. Opening the book out of habit I knew I would find, the same thing I had found countless times or was this the first? It was blank, every page blank. Blank. Funny, trapped inside my own skull and I am trying to bored myself.

It was coming.

The black boot zone was flashing darker still the world was quivering and waving. Sea sick in a moment I would have given anything to be in the boot zone bored.

I must have fallen asleep reading again. Catch 22 lovely book. Food! That would go down very nicely. Through the corridors and into the kitchen; My culinary skills were no match for this basic hob. I opened up a tin of soup three minutes and I would eat like a god. I settled myself infront of my book and the darkness came.

The boot zone. That dusty chair. The book that was always blank., it was open and there were words. I read on: The problem is you never know when a dream starts.