Diving Into The Light-Socket

Trevor scratched at himself although he was not itchy. He felt a new, reverberating quiver run through his skull. This was because of his brand-spanking new, forest green bathing cap. He had just spanked it into place around his black head. It made his black hair bend. It hurt a little too, right down to the tiny follicle parts.

His tiny follicle parts had long retained the smell of his father’s cigarettes, as well as the encouragement of his words. The words went like this: ‘Stiff as a board, light as a feather, then spring from the knees in all sorts of weather.’

The adages of Trevor’s father often took the shape of rhymes, even at the sake of sense-making. Trevor desperately wanted a smoke. He wasn’t a smoker though. He was, however, a big fan of procrastination. He was also about to undertake an adventure.

Trevor immediately decided that he could not undertake this adventure without naming his harpoon. He was holding a harpoon by this point. The harpoon was named, Claudius. It had this particular name because Trevor used to have a blanket by this name: Claudius, the blanket. The name was one thing he did not procrastinate on.

Once upon a time, for Trevor’s own good, his father burned up his blanket in the electric fireplace. He did this while Trevor was away for afternoon Kindergarten. He could not have known this, but while Claudius curled & blackened within the fireplace, Trevor stopped finger-painting a happy family of curly, blue otters. For reasons Trevor did not understand, he suddenly changed the otters from blue, into black. The otters became mostly black with curly yellow swirls added on. Since that moment, Trevor became more task-oriented. He did this because he lost his ability for free, swirling thoughts.

That explained why at this very moment, Trevor wanted those stupid smokes. He supposed this was also why he had to jump; why he had to take the plunge into the light-socket. He could not go another day without slipping through the connections of everything. He wanted to feel the plugs, both Universal and Schuko, all firsthand.

He was sure that when he emerged, dripping with current on the other side, that Claudius the harpoon would be replaced by Claudius the blanket. His blanket would be waiting for him, all freshly-folded & crackling warm. Trevor was sure that the smell of smoke would be gone from his hair, that his hair would be gone from his head, & that his bathing cap would be no more. He was sure that his head would become sleek, waterproof & covered in blue fur, with yellow swirls painted right onto his eyeballs.