The past few days have gone by in a blur of awesome.
My normal, human life continues on in a normal, human fashion. I tend to the children. I pick up groceries. I cash a couple checks and pay a few bills.
But…my life as Son of Rising Sun has been one of pure exhilaration. I’ve viewed the epic trailer 30 times (a pittance, I know). My computer screen is covered in finger smudges from caressing the sweet miniatures’ images as my mind imagines actually coddling them in a mere year’s time.
But at the same time, I am still but a man. And it has become exhausting. The stretch goals…
I simply can’t keep up with them.
My brain cannot handle it. I fear I may be going mad. Cardboard tokens morphing into luxurious plastic before my eyes. Monsters swoop down from the screen, grab me by the throat and scream “WE WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL…and that $115. Thanks bro.”
And then they said there would be a Panda.
MY HEART! IT CAN’T CONTAIN THE ASTRONOMICAL AMOUNT OF BLOOD FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINS IN SUCH A RAGE!
I retire earlier than normal. My wife is concerned. “Husband, your complexion…you look pale. Hast though come down with some errant malady?” I whisper “The sun is setting, my love. I must retire and awake restored anew.”
I close my eyes. And wait for the sun to rise once more.