Time Ghost

Chapter 8

Did it happen again?

No pain emerged, I can feel nothing to be concerned about within my hand. Illuminations before a sudden blank to both eyes of mine. I can see those dazzling elegance before me alongside soothing fragrance of a flower.  Yet, I could control none of my senses subsequently to that arousal in return.

“Hoahm....”

Chirping sounds of two little birds were in a clash amongst each other. To those inside the building, their noise was determined as a tone of comfort, that nobody in the avian world will confirm in similar manner towards those claim. White-colored bird on the upper side of the tree branch has expansive and proud physique than its opponent under its rub of feathers on the chest. Much to its pride, however, the other beast serves a diss track in quite a rhythm down below. Tints of black-colored feathers blended in harmony of its talon. To come forth against the bigger scale showboat before him, its confidence streams in superiority of the lesser bird’s unbeatable cords.

Then, after roughly-made contest occured, the smaller bird wins the game and scram its enemies away in humiliation. For the female birds, it settles their choices for the mate onwards as they prompted a follow-up tweeting lines in advance.

~pat-pat~

“It’s made out of high-class silk. I wonder who’s...”

Ah, I have possessed that eccentric man’s body. Who’s that again? James Watson Punemere. He’s quite an inventor to have an entire business designated in his name. A successful one to watch for, too. See that diamond sand hourglass just at the middle top of his door. It is priced for 64 millions and the only one present at the market of 2009.

Damien touches the blanket and immerse into its fabric. Hints of mulberry silk and its luxurious out-of-the-world texture, against which Damien has never embrace before, makes anyone feels in heavenly comfort once having a direct contact with their skin. He wants to stay and have a slumber on them for a little bit longer, but vague sensation of watchful attention scans the room across the blindspot area of the man.

The young scientist bids a struggle to get up. Gravity pulls at best in such a way that Damien wishes never to come out from the bed. Two times of blinks, three sequences of eye-rubbing movements to turn himself awake. Damien feels a smooth surface near the bottom once more, tempting him to roam onto the surface and swims to the edge in another round. For the man whose body was scrubbed on a haystack earlier, Damien’s mind could guess a mild difference of the current bed cover with ease.

~tap-tap-tap~

Damien heard many treads of footfalls in a short distance to the bed. Either eyes were too fuzzy to have vision towards them. He could only capture their black-suited manner from afar, then goes leaning back to the pillow soon after.

Blurred lines started to compile. A man in glasses approached him and carried a clam-shaped phone. His face expresses concern, yet Damien laid no other reactions otherwise and posed a bland ones on the cheek,“Sir, a call from the shareholders.” He said under dimmed tone of voice,” They want you to attend the meetings at nine.”

“Uh-uh, wait for me outside. It’s still seven o’cl-“

The black-suit bodyguard negates him and interrupt,”No, sir. It’s thirty past seven.” He answered briefly,” I’ll park the car at the front lobby for you, Sir.”

~bam~

In contrary to the calm-nature Damien at first before the pair of bodyguards, He goes freaking out and roams the bedroom in circles. This is never as expected to be an after-effect for the time-travel liquid. Something was wrong, indeed, but Damien has no way to figure it out at the moment.

“I’ll better open his laptop to find a word in this situation.” Damien muttered. Of course, it is James that speaks out loud, and also James’ perspiration that soaks into his black shirt.”Damn it, what’s this man’s password?” He seethed, then cools down as the man in glasses remember the codes in a short period afterwards.

“Being panic always bad. Calm down, Damien. You’re clever and almighty.”

He praised towards himself in front of the mirror. The young man’s authentic round glasses slides down sometimes over the tip of his nose.

What the heck?

A shareholders’ meeting at such an early day. It’s surprising and yet predictable. A stiff competition is on the trail, perhaps, and they wanted to ask a pre-caution strategy against them soon.

Skimming at its finest, then. Time to polish my skills in negotiation!