What is a hashtag? Like, what is it actually supposed to be used for? #Idon’tknowwhattowriteabout. #It’scincodemayoIreallywantMexicanfood. Delilah struggled to think of what to write about. Why the fuck is this so difficult, she thought. She also wanted people to stop associating her name with the Plain White Ts. Tees? My name is Delilah as in Samson and Delilah and not the movie because apparently that exists. The song. Bacchanale from Samson and Delilah. The piece of music by Saint-SaĆ«ns.
Delilah continued to write down her thoughts, even though she was supposed to be writing an essay. On what?? God Dammit!!
Delilah was also in a state of mourning, as the cute seniors in her orchestra all graduate that year. God, she thought, now there is truly nothing to look forward to in orchestra. Except Sting. Sting is coming to rent out our orchestra hall for three days and I am so excited. But Mr. Blank won’t tell us the days. I understand, I guess.
Jugo, Juego. Jamon, jabon. Or is it japon? With or without an accent? Not sure, but those words always confused me in Spanish class.
One time Delilah was at church during school. Practically dying of boredom. Yawning constantly, and loudly. #moosecalls. Did You Konw taht wrdos wiretetn in a msesed up oedrr are sltil tlaloty lgielbe. As lnog as the fsrit and lsat ltretes are in the ccrerot pclae.
For thirty-five minutes Delilah sat in her chair staring at the notebook in front of her writing absolute nonsense. (was the notebook writing nonsense, or was she writing nonsense in the notebook?). When all of a sudden-
The floor opened up underneath her. It just opened up for a minute and Delilah looked down to see a deep, dark, chasm. Dark like outer space. There were stars and that was it. Like a galaxy. Then Delilah fell down into the dark, indigo galaxy-desk, chair, paper, pencil and all. (She was only using a pencil because her fountain pen was out of ink and she was out of cartridges. Normally she would NEVER write an essay in pencil. God.) Delilah was falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling. And also falling. Why the hell am I falling, she thought. If I am in outer space there shouldn’t be gravity. Right? Maybe this was actually what the bunny hole looked like. Maybe Alice in Wonderland was based on a story that was so crazy, that Lewis Carroll knew people would think it was crazy and not possible based on science, so he changed the bunny hole from a gravityless galaxy to a bookshelf. Also, did you know that I hate my name? I think it is so boring, and not unique. The only benefit is that cursive Ds are really fun to write. My signature is pretty great I guess. She kept on thinking.
The whole time she was thinking, the scenery around her stayed constant. She was in a galaxy until finally she landed on one of Saturn’s rings. Saturn was her favorite planet, so that’s cool. Of course it isn’t possible to actually stand on the rings. They’re rocks and stuff. But I was standing, sure enough. Delilah looked around her to see flowers growing all over Saturn. Lots of irises, and purple flowers. Some dahlias too as well as orchids. The orchids were all part of huge plants with long branches covered in blossoms draping over the land and the rings of Saturn. This is actually crazy. Maybe I’m lucid dreaming. I’ve always wanted to lucid dream, but I couldn’t imagine falling asleep in class for this long. I’m a light sleeper. Plus I just would never fall asleep in class. Hard desks and bony fingers = no pillow. Like that song called bony fingers. Actually I don’t know what that song is about I just know the title of it is Bony Fingers. Delilah continued writing.
If I’m lucid dreaming, I can kill myself and I’ll be fine. Alright let’s try this. Shit I forgot my pocket knife. Jk I don’t have one. Oh and by the way I’m not like suicidal or anything. The pocketknife is so I can do crafts wherever I am in case I forget my preferred tools. It’s my backup ya know? Of course, I don’t have a pocketknife so what am I saying. I did but I think it got taken away at the airport. Another time they had to check my foot cast for bombs, it was kinda cool.
Will rubber bands shoot in space? Guess I’ll never know because I don’t have one with me. I do, but I need it for my hair. Just in case it grows long enough to put it up. Delilah went to sleep and then woke up. What time is it? I don’t know. 10 yards in front of her, off the edge of the ring was a white hole. No. It was a transparent glass tube, or tunnel actually. It started but it was only about 6 feet long and then it disappeared into space (no pun intended). Delilah crawled across the floor (there’s no floor actually, it’s just outer space, but it feels like a floor. Don’t ask why.) She crawled up to the tunnel, leaving her desk behind sitting on the rings being wrapped up and strangled and pulled in by the flowers which were growing unusually quickly. Holding her pencil and paper, Delilah set herself in the tunnel, and let go.
There was a bright light-and then darkness. Delilah was blinded and began seeing stars. They were actually real stars (though she didn’t know that). She was falling down a tunnel in outer space. It was like those water slides at water parks-curvy tubes basically. Would it be a bad idea if I fell asleep? I’m really sleepy but what if this tunnel lands on fire or something. Ok but now what? I have a paper due by the end of class and I’m in the middle of outer fucking space. I begin quoting riddles. Sometimes I wonder if I am the only real person existing. Sometimes I think that maybe everyone else in the world. Every human being, every animal, every plant, every place, every material object is only a projection and I am the one and only human being that is being observed and tested by scientists above. Maybe they’re aliens and maybe there is no Earth or outer space or even other parallel universes. What if I am the only human in existence because they don’t exist yet. I am the prototype. The scientists are performing millions of tests on me constantly-how much stress can my brain handle, how much physical activity do I need, how does love affect me, what are my flaws? From an iron deficiency to weak, sloped shoulders, to a chemical imbalance in my brain that makes me distracted by everything everywhere all the time for no good reason simply because I am interested. Is being interested a bad thing? Will it affect my future and now they are trying to find a way to fix it? Or is it beneficial because it makes me more creative and knowledgeable on a variety of topics, just not the ones I am supposed to learn because apparently an education will get me into a college and a job and a family and eventually happiness???
Whatever. I kept falling through the slide/tunnel for several hours. It was truly beautiful-way better than Space Mountain. I watched an alien pass by. It was pretty ugly, your classic alien- giant eyes, skinny neck and arms and legs, long skinny fingers, tiny nose, tiny mouth. Of course I try not to prejudge people so we went out for tea instead, to get better acquainted.
She didn’t have a name. Or a gender for that matter, I just assumed she was female based on her stance and her personality. She was rather choosy and very impatient. Even stubborn. Although she didn’t speak a single word. She kept staring off into space as if something was worrying her. She was lost maybe. In space.
I told her I’d like to see where she lives. Maybe she didn’t understand me or maybe she didn’t have a home, because she led me through space for hours and hours on end, as if following an endless road to the ocean.
After a week, (or at least I think it was a week. I only slept four hours) I asked the alien how I was to get home. She didn’t answer, as expected, so I forgot about it. In fact, not only did I forget about going home, I wanted to stay there. In space. With her. We had so much fun drinking tea, walking around the different planets. She even brought me to another galaxy. I guess there wasn’t really anything to do, but I was entertained and more importantly, I felt at home.
What the heck though. I began changing-like physically. My fingers are growing super super long and my thumbs and pinkies are disappearing. They just started shrinking. At first I thought this was just me growing, maybe you grow faster in space, idk. But then my hair started falling out. And I was having these piercing migraines constantly. I kept getting muscle cramps in my legs and they seemed to be growing unusually fast. I was also becoming cold-I was freezing all the fucking time and my skin was so pale.
The alien was changing too. You know how most kids are afraid of aliens? Well I wasn’t at first, but now I am. She’s greedy now and holds on to me like she is keeping me from someone else. If I try to wander off she won’t let me! She literally grabs my arm and pulls me with her. I’m sincerely afraid now. I liked space but the alien won’t let me go anywhere on my own and she’s SCARING ME! I WANT TO LEAVE HER AND I TRY I TRY SO HARD I LEAVE HER WHEN SHE IS ASLEEP AND I THINK I GET FAR BUT SHE FINDS ME SO FAST AND THEN SHE GETS ANGRY AND GRABS ME HARDER AND DRAGS ME AWAY FROM WHERE I WANT TO be WHICH IS HOME.
I curled up in a ball trying to fall asleep on the rings of Saturn. Out of my peripheral vision I see the alien striding towards me, quickly. I immediately jump to my feet and as she approaches I draw my hand back and once she is a foot from me without thinking I punch her solid in the head right between her two enormous dark eyes. The momentum makes me lose my balance and all of a sudden I am falling fast again through space.
I close my eyes and start to cry. The tears fly away but the pain stays with me. I want to go home. I want to leave this place. When will I????
*Bee-dee-dee-deep. Bee-dee-dee-deep. Bee-dee-dee-deep. Bee-dee-dee-deep. I sit up abruptly and slam my hand on my alarm clock. Damn that shit. Instantly I realize where I am, which is not space. I am home I am home holy shit oh my gosh. dear good thank you. I leeap out of bed with a million volts of energy and pull open my blinds to reveal the bright sun that has been hidden from me for what seems like years. I jump off my bed and run to the mirror in our hallway. - My heart drops and my insides shake. I don’t look like myself. My hair is practically gone and I have three fingers on each hand and my nose has almost disappeared completely. My knees shake and I feel like throwing up. It’s just a dream it’s just a dream. I”m stil dreaming. I was lucid dreaming and i haven’t gotten out of it yet it’s ok just go to sleep and wake up again. I lay down in my bed and close my eyes tight.
Finally I open them for a split second only to scream when I see the stars again all around me and feel that familiar feeling of my stomach dropping. I’m falling again through space and I land with a hard crash on top of the rings of an unknown planet. I frantically come to my senses but I can’t move because I’m paralyzed with fear. Shaking, I slowly turn my head around and look up to see the alien. She just stares down at me except this time, there is clear emotion in her face. It is a frightening look of fury, rage, and animosity, with a twinkle/glint/gleam of happiness. And now, I have finally given up.