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The Daily Prompt: May 31st


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The Prompt: You just woke up from a deep sleep in an unfamiliar place. Describe the feeling.

About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

14 comments on “The Daily Prompt: May 31st

  1. The Running Son
    May 31, 2013

    First indication: the smell was gone.
    The musk that tears the eye. Long
    time since I laid, quiet. The light–
    been awhile since i’d even tried it!

    Fighting with tubes, worm-holes,
    unheavenly bodies and full moons.
    I don’t wanna sound crass, but I woke
    up that day, and my head popped

    clean out of my ass.


  2. Kathryn Tyler
    May 31, 2013

    I’m not sure how I got here. Last I checked I was in my hotel room asleep; soundly.
    Thinking it could be a dream I closed my eyes. I still didn’t wake up where my head rested that night.
    Where the hell am I?

  3. Kassy Deverell
    May 31, 2013

    I wake up from the best sleep I have had in a long time. I’m on an island, not sure where or how I got here. In my sleep I drempt I was in my bedroom sleeping so this is a surprise I am somewhere else. I can hear the sounds of the water from the shore a distance away from me. There are birds chirping and the sun is shining. Everything is very peaceful. I am very happy and tranquil right now.

  4. Matthew Groves
    May 31, 2013

    I woke up on a park bench
    at a place I’ve never been.
    whipped the mud off my shirt
    and my shoes were missing.
    scattered hair and my glasses
    broken in to pieces,
    I open the door to my house
    where the police took my prints.
    they said “Son you’re coming with us.”
    I said “What did i do?”
    “You’re wanted for the murder
    of a man in South town.”
    So they slapped the charges on me
    and away we went.

  5. Nora Timmerman
    May 31, 2013

    As I slept, I dreamed. I dreamt of soft beds, friends, a whole life. I was happy, content. In my dream, I was a small girl with curly black hair. I was successful at life, at my job, and I even had a husband. Was this truly a dream?

    I’m sure it was for when my eyes opened, I was in a white room. I was confused. Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my parents, my husband, and my child? I was scared. Looking franticly around, I caught my reflection in a mirror across from my bed: long, messy hair, dull brown eyes, and pasty white skin. I was nothing like the small girl I was in my dreams. But even now, it feels like a dream. Is this a dream too?

  6. Gretchen Torrey
    May 31, 2013

    I wake on the grass to the screams of people, and the shrieks of engines so loud my ears hurt. It’s coming closer and I stumble clumsily to my feet to look at the sky. I see the plane as it hits the house, smoking the whole time. I don’t feel anything hit me from behind but I must have been hit by shrapnel because suddenly I am lying on my stomach, unable to move, as my dad sits on the path of grandma’s house where the plane smashed into it. I try to move towards him but my body won’t obey. His mouth is moving but I can’t hear what he’s saying. I struggle to move closer and when I do, it’s inch by agonizing inch. Eventually I’m close enough to see that he’s writing on a piece of paper or in a notebook held on his lap as he crouches on the path. He doesn’t seem to see me or hear me even though the only thing I can make myself say is “Daddy?” over and over again. I sound like I’m confused, and my voice sounds like I’ve either screamed myself hoarse or I havent spoken in a long time. My right hand is stretched out towards him; I’m reaching for him to help me, to see me, to do something, anything. Then I hear him say it: “I’m so proud of my baby girl.” That’s when I realize I’m dead.

  7. Kristofer Greenfield
    May 31, 2013

    As i wake up from a comfortable deep sleep, i awake in a unknown, dark wet place; water is dripping from the ceiling and i smell something disgusting. I try to move but my movement is restricted my barbed wire restraints, cutting deep into my skin. this Automatically throws me into a fluid motion of fear and panic but if i thrash my arms in attempt to get free i will mutilate my arms. i look for any sign to where my location is but its hopeless until i hear a train roar by. i instantly know where i am. I’m near Grand Central Station. i would scream but it would be useless, just a waist of breathe. i see a weak connection in the sharp wire holding me captive. i close my eyes and pull up breaking the wire but also creating a deep laceration in my arm. i quickly run away from the bed but slip and land into a puddle of red liquid that i ignore because i already know what it is. i break thru the door and head into the station and run for my life.

  8. Bryan Pajari
    May 31, 2013

    My teeth chatter together, I swear they are going to crack from the pressure. The cold air runs up my spine like, lying in the wet snow, clueless to my surroundings. My pores harden, like a reflection of my nipples. I felt so uncomfortable as if my insecurities took over and I was in the middle of a mall. I shut my window, and head to the shower, to get ready for the day.

  9. Genevieve Cammer
    May 31, 2013

    I’m awake, but I keep my eyes closed, pretending I can stay in bed all day like someone without responsibilities. Something doesn’t feel right… this mattress is too soft and these sheets too heavy. Even more than that there’s a feeling in my stomach; something’s wrong, out of place.
    I open my eyes and wait for them to adjust. I’m sitting on a canopy bed. There is a large dresser across from me with silver handles and cream colored walls surround me. This isn’t my room. My room has never been this bare and clean; even the pillows here are purposely placed. My heart rate is pounding as I realize I have no memory of this place and no idea how to get home.
    The door opens and I lurch back. A neat, blonde woman comes in with a smile. I stare at her. “Who are you?”
    She laughs pleasantly. “Sweetie, I’m your new mother, and this is your new home.”

  10. Nathan Whitehead
    May 31, 2013

    The world as I knew it, is gone… Everyone is dead… My life is not what it was…

    People say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but I just had the shortest dream of my life and I will never truely know if my baby boy won the fight against cancer.

  11. Andrew White
    May 31, 2013

    As my eyes start to open, all I see is lights above me. Ceiling lights. I hear a steady noise coming from the corner. It is a continuing “beep, beep” noise. It is cold, and smells like cheap counter cleaner. I go to move and feel a sharp pain in my left arm. It is a needle, an IV. I am in the hospital. I began to sweat and become confused. How did I get here? WHAT HAPPENED? Where is my mom? Am I okay? I mean I feel okay, besides this IV, everything else feels normal. I reach over and hit the assistance button hoping someone can come and give me and explanation on what had happened. 10 Minutes goes by and still no one has come. The ringing noise is still going on as the wall button blinks. Forget it I think, ill get up and find someone myself. Then as I go to get out of the bed, I throw the little sheet that was covering me which felt as if it was saving me from hypothermia it was so cold, I realize my legs are gone. There is nothing but kneecaps. My thighs began to throb, I am in a lot of pain. I don’t understand, what happened, what brought me here? The thing about it… Nothing hurts more, not even my legs missing, hurts as bad as not knowing what took them. I am stuck here waiting for anyone to come turn off this annoying beeping noise and explain to me and answer my questions. Anyone. What if they forgot about me?

  12. Brandon Hekel
    May 31, 2013

    I awoke with a severe hangover. Questions transpired in my mind, “What happened last night?” A heavy, gritty aura was surrounding the leftover party-goers overhead. This aura, I’m sure, was from the many sweaty pits, puke, and booze stained in the carpet. These sleeping empty-headed freaks were scattered across the floor, like a mummy in their tomb: Perfectly still. I had to escape, but I didn’t know where I was. I was lost, stuck in my own demise.

  13. Selma Kadric
    May 31, 2013

    I woke up from my sleep and felt so lost and confused like never before. I know for a fact that this is not a dream because I can feel my body ontop of the bed. I look around and seems like a hotel room. All I had running through my head were questions. How did I get here? Is anyone here with me? And why am I here? I felt so tired and my body aching and so sore. Not sure why. I wasn’t sure about anything at this point. I just wanted to get out.

  14. Veda Newton
    June 3, 2013

    My mind jolts up, but my body stays paralyzed to the mattress beneath me. My eyes stay closed, not yet willing to awake from my comatose, but my body witnesses everything before me with out the need for sight. My nerves begin to feel out this unfamiliar place. I squirm a bit feeling the silk of the foreign sheets beneath me, my lips pressed against the pillow, drool oozing from them. I am face flat against this plush bed. When i brush my feet against edge of the mattress, they come across another warm structure; skin and hair- a body. I pivot to my back, slowly and gracefully as I wipe my mouth. Trying to open my eyes, they are glued shut with what my mother always called “sleep”; the boogers of the eye. I rub them raw until they awaken and peek at the figure beside me. He is a strange man, older than myself, dark, curly hair, and a sharply slanted jaw. His face is turned towards mine, and his eyes stare directly at me. I’m dazed by his sharp glare. Although I have awoken in a strangers bed with an unknown man by my side, the only thing I can seem to feel is how empty my cavernous stomach is. It grumbles and aches as I see it’s con-caved in. I look up at the warm-body admiring me and give a small mischievous grin, waiting for him to bring me breakfast as they usually do.

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