This is a story that I’ve been working on for quite some time. I’ll be periodically posting new chapters. I guess you could call this my attempt at writing “The Great American Novel.” Any similitaries between the characters mentioned in this story and any other persons real or fictional is probably done intentionally and should be considered as the highest form of flattery that I’m capable of.
A Life in the Night of Alex Mauldin
“Kralong!!” A sudden metallic crashing sound rang through Alex’s head. He jolted upright, scanning the darkness for whatever household item that could have produced that cacophany. As the blinding stupor of weariness wore off, he realized the sound had, in fact, originated in his own skull. “Exploding Head Syndrome” the doctor had called it. It was more or less harmless, it just scared the daylights out of you. The tinny popping noise had been more frequent lately, like an unpleasant soundtrack for his insomnia. Alex wiped the sweat from his brow, noting how clammy his forehead felt. As he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, he felt his parched lips cleave reluctantly. The pale filmy sensation on his tongue signalled the thirst this surprise had awakened. Alex knew if he got out of bed now, he’d only be admitting defeat. He couldn’t let himself lose to the dark dragon night. He must overcome this wretched insomnia and get some sleep. Trying to focus his thoughts, Alex attempted to “meditate” his saliva glands into action. However, the more he thought about it, the drier his mouth felt. The human tongue has millions of taste receptors, all tuned to different sensations. Apparently, when you remove moisture from the equation, all of them turn toward tasting each other. Alex couldn’t help but frown at the realization that what he was tasting was, quite simply, his own mouth. He sat up, swinging his feet around and placing them instinctively in his house shoes.