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With questions heavy on my mind and after walking through the park for a while, I eventually decided to call it a night, but something peculiar presented itself. At first, I thought my mind had swindled me. I saw a figure of someone, but couldn't make out any specific details, someone bearing a very intense glow. As I tried to focus on the person, I couldn't. It seemed that if I tried to focus, the glow intensified as bright as the gates of heaven, temporarily blinding me. Unable to look away, I stared mesmerized as the figure approached, however, the glow intensified, revealing an array of different colors. Raising my arm to shield my eyes, unable to remotely look in the vicinity of the individual, the light became so effulgent. Unable to withstand the luminescence of the object or individual, I turned completely away, and realized the glow was lighting up the park as if it were day. Seconds later, with my back turned, I heard a woman's voice calling out my name. Turning to look toward the individual, all I could see were traces of white, as my eyes strained to adjust. Shortly after, the glow slowly began to fade, realizing, it was Order. She, wearing a similar dress, but red, smiled friendly. Looking into her forest green eyes, I felt a feeling of compassion. She struck me as a beautiful woman, with a heart of gold. She had a persona about her that one could not place. Instantly feeling safe, the egg of intrigue had hatched.
With a distance of five or so feet, she gracefully reached out with one arm extended. With the wind beginning to stir, I took a few steps forward, then, reached up to grab her hand. In doing this, I felt my body become weightless. Feeling no stabilization beneath me, however, standing upright quite the same. I leaned forward to look down, to look beneath me, and realized I was ten feet above ground, in only a matter of seconds. I was not bound by gravity, but somehow suspended midair, which felt exhilarating. Eye level to Order, I could not overlook the spherical object behind her, which resembled a ball of light. It was bluish-white in color, large and perhaps thirty-forty feet in radius. Order, smiling at my reactions,
"Don't be frightened, this is the way," she turned and began walking towards the ball of light. Seconds passed when she looked back at me, and grinned. Bug-eyed and in disbelief, I followed. As strange as it may sound, I didn't have to move my legs. Crazy and far-fetched I know, but it felt like I was floating, somehow gliding towards the spherical object. As I approached, I could see more clearly into the sphere. Coming to the conclusion that it was much larger than I initially had thought. Looking into the sphere, I tried to look towards the end, but there was nothing of the sort. It seemed to be more like a tunnel, with no end in sight. Harboring what looked like lightening, moving in a circular motion inside the tunnel. As Order entered she looked back at me from inside. Uneasy, I took a deep breath and followed. Head first, I edged myself in and looked back towards my body, but saw nothing more than scenery I once knew as the park. Fully inside the sphere, I realized I was not breathing. I tried to forcefully take a couple big gulps of air as Order laughed,
"Fisher, its okay, no harm will come of you. I was sent to inform you of what you have been given." Thinking, 'I must be in a dream,' I laughed, trying to be charming and somewhat witty.
"Oh, I was just making sure it was safe for you." Then realized how corny I must look, and the minor detail that I was still awake.
"What is this place?" I asked ignorantly.
"It's how we at times are allowed to travel," she answered, with a smile.
"Where does it go?" I asked. Attempting to look toward where one would assume the end would be.
"Not to worry, in time you will know. The gift you have been given isn't meant for your pleasure, and should be used for good."
"What is it I have been given?"
"You wanted to be able to understand dimensions correct?" Nodding my head in agreement,
"Consider this the fourth dimension. Someday, you will be ready to understand more." As a sudden bright surge of collapsing light, compiled of every color one has seen, emerged. In the blink on an eye, the explosion of light returned to nothing from which it came. And she was gone.
Positioned on my back, in the park, absent-minded, I sat up and decided to head home. But noticed a man sitting on a bench, who had been facing my direction, as I engaged my approach.
"Excuse me," I offered to get his attention as he slowly turned.
"Did you happen to see any lights or movement? Or anything you thought was, I don't know, maybe a little weird, bizarre, strange, wild, or kooky, around the center of the park then disappear a couple minutes ago?" as I cringed. The individual, a guy with a green aura slowly turned in my direction, who was apparently annoyed.
"You mean like a UFO?" With his eyes bulging out of his cranium, 'is this guy making fun of me?' Feeling that his question was sincere, I sensed a bit of sarcasm as his facial expressions followed his train of thought.
"No, but I want what your on," as he rolled his eyes, dismissing me, turning his back. Observing a brown paper bag, with a tall boy clutched tightly in his grasp. Having also been downwind, I couldn't help but smell the rank, feet stanky, camel balls, bad breath as he smiled half-crazy, kind of giving me the creeps. I then, realized, he was crazy. Although I looked just as crazy, if not crazier, and decided to leave, after thanking him for his time.
Walking home, as one might suspect, I had more things than usual on my mind. I kept running the play-by-play encounter, thinking, 'I should have said this, or I should have said that,' as I always do. Minutes later, I passed an alley. At first glance, it appeared to be a normal alley, nothing you would think out of the norm. In passing, casually looking, I saw something that startled me. The alley, positioned between two five story buildings, had fire escapes entering from both sides of the buildings. The alley contained trashcans that ran along the base of both sides of the buildings exterior walls with rats scurrying about in their usual manner. Not worried, because I could see people's auras, allowing me to keep from getting jumped, or fear getting hurt in the dark. Facilitating such, I approached a steel trashcan, blue in color, and opened the plastic lid harboring the trash, and could not believe what I witnessed. I hoped my eyes had been hornswoggling me. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, inhaling a couple short deep breaths, only to open them to realize, it was happening. Confirming, what I thought I had seen. What I discovered still makes me sick to my stomach. It was a baby, a tiny, fragile, covered in dirt, new born. In recognition of me, it began to squirm, with drool running from its mouth and beginning to smell its excretion. When the baby sounded a cry for help, which reminded me of a pterodactyl, even though I have never heard a pterodactyl. It squirmed, closing its eyes, clinching its tiny hands, pumping its little legs. Not knowing how long the baby had been left abandoned; I reacted by grabbing an old shirt I had seen in another trashcan to wrap the infant with. Scared for the infant's life, I decided the best thing to do was to go to the police station and turn the baby over. As I reached into the trash can, the baby stopped crying and looked up at me. Visualizing dried crust caked on its eyelashes and in the corner of its eyes, presumably formed from crying. His eyes, a baby boy, told me all I needed to know. I saw on his face how happy he was to see me, anyone for that matter.
The baby was shaking due to the cold weather we had been experiencing, on top of being scared. Noticing its umbilical cord still attached to his little belly, I felt sad for the helpless infant. I then wrapped the infant in the old tee shirt I found, and hurriedly walked toward the street, looking down at the infant nestled in my arms. Having stopped crying, he looked up at me with his beautiful brown eyes and with curiosity on his face. I felt blessed. I started to tear up and realized the gift I had been given, which allowed me to hopefully save the infant's life.
I knew the baby had to have been starving. Also, knowing you cannot feed a new born just any kind of food, I decided to proceed to the police station and leave that for them to worry about. En route, I received strange
looks from people in passing. Most eyes were drawn to the baby in my arms, improperly clothed, wrapped in what would appear as dirty rags, but I didn't care. I questioned who could have done such a selfish act as to decide what would be best for him, coincidently, being abandoned and left for dead.
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Voice:
"Save the baby. Linda Latch, the adoption team in Hawaii. I am told, they will put you up in Hawaii, and after you have the baby you will receive a gift of love in the amount of 4,000 dollars."