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|The Book (standard:fantasy, 6472 words)|
|Author: Goodsharkey||Added: Aug 29 2003||Views/Reads: 3806/2489||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a story about time travel and love..|
Daniel sat on the crowded bus. The rain was pouring outside, so the windows were completely steamed up. He wiped away some of the condensation so he could look out onto the dark street. Brightly lit shop windows called out to the wet shoppers like beacons. He loved the autumn with it's dark evenings. He loved to cuddle up with his wife on these dark evenings. In ten minutes he'd be home and he could cuddle up with her with a nice bottle of wine. He looked around the bus at his fellow passengers, all of them soaked to the skin. There was always that musty smell on a bus when it rained, as the seats get damper through the day. He looked down at the paper bag on his lap. In it was the book he'd just bought. An old book. He loved old books. He had quite a collection now. Some were first editions. With a little more time they might be worth something. This book was special because not only was it old but it was about meditation and dreams. He knew that Mandy loved reading about her dreams and she always wanted to have a go at yoga. With this book she could learn the art of meditation. The book, with it's battered leather bound exterior, had cost a little more than he would have liked, but as the subject matter would appeal to his wife he didn't feel so bad. The old guy on the stall, where Daniel had bought it, had said it was at least 100 years old. Written by a Tibetan monk. Daniel carefully opened it and looked at the faded, brown pages. He tried to imagine the little monk writing his knowledge and wisdom down after a hard days meditating. I bet the little guy never thought his life work would be being read on a busy bus on a cold wet autumn evening, he thought. He slid the book back into the paper bag. Soon he'd be at home curled up on the sofa opposite a blazing fire with Mandy and a glass of wine. Daniel had studied the book for a week now. It was full of thoughts and ideas about life, dreams and death. The monk that wrote this certainly had time on his hands. Mandy had taken to the book as well. She had read the section on meditation and every night had decided she would take a little time to try it. Daniel had managed to convince her it was a good buy that first night he'd brought it home. Obviously he hadn't told her the correct price he'd paid for it. He felt he should protect her from the truth. Not that he'd lied about it being expensive, but he'd just cushioned the blow a bit for her. After all, it wouldn't help her relaxation any if she'd got mad over the price. Now Daniel was engrossed in some notes that were hidden in the dreams section. It suggested that it was possible, if one was relaxed enough, to travel to a memory in your past. Not just to remember it, but re-live it. You had to be able to visualise being there, so the memory had to be detailed. You couldn't just think of a date on a calendar, but rather you had to see the point you wanted to return to in your mind almost like a photograph. Then there was an incantation to be repeated over and over until you reached the correct 'plateau', as the little monk had put it. Once you had successfully done this, apparently it was possible to return via your mind to that exact place and relive the moment actually in a physical sense. Daniel was fascinated and had always loved the idea of reliving some of his child hood moments. This would be perfect. He felt he had learnt enough from the meditation section to give it a go. However, the book had also mentioned that it was dangerous to stay in this state for long. So it was recommended that it should be endured for no longer than five minutes, especially to begin with. It wasn't clear what would happen after this time but it didn't seem to be good. Despite this he decided to try. Daniel lay on the bed with the book lying face down on his chest. He set his alarm clock to go off in ten minutes time, this would give him a few minutes to relax, then he placed it on top of his bedside unit, next to a black and white photograph of Mandy. He'd always loved that photo. Mandy was down stairs reading one of her magazines. He loved Mandy's magazines, they were so informative. He always hoped he'd learn some inside information about women. It was like he shouldn't really be reading it, as if it was out of bounds. He closed his eyes and began to relax. He had learnt the incantation from the book and began repeating it again and again in his head, so that this was all he was concentrating on. Everything else faded from his mind. As soon as he felt a calm wash over his body he began to picture the place he wanted to return to. It was going to be a school day. He was eight years old. He'd always enjoyed being at school and for some reason, twenty years later he could still picture that particular moment in time. He slowly felt himself becoming totally relaxed. He mentally pictured the scene in his mind. That summer's day at school. That's where he wanted to be. He continued to repeat the incantation under his breath. His body felt heavier and heavier, almost as if he was sinking into his soft bed. Then he felt a jolt through his Click here to read the rest of this story (432 more lines)
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