The Choice

His voice boomed in my ears. “Turn down the volume man”.
“Wake up” he said.
Emptiness. Nothing for miles. Soft noise like music. Not exactly. No tune.
“You slept enough” he said.
“Alright”. I wasn’t arguing with something I couldn’t see.
“Look around he said”.
More emptiness.
“You’ve always been alone”
I laughed deliriously.
I looked again, they were dancing. In the distance. They were so beautiful. In white. To the tuneless music. Coming closer.
How many pegs was it last night, five? Six?
I saw them come closer. I have never been alone.
Closer and closer. Her lipstick was too bright. She asked me join.
“Come dance with us”.
“How much do I pay?”
She chuckled. Her make up cracked. She went back to them.
“You‘ll always be alone” they said.
The music slowed.
They danced faster.
Faster.
Even faster.
I waited for the climax.
I watched them.
Maybe I can remember their moves.
Faster.
The wait continued.
“Do you give up yet?”
“I was never trying” I gave him a Mona Lisa.
“Do you want to?”
“No”
Bright light, very bright like the one in ghost whisperer. Those serials get it right sometimes.
“Eternal salvation?” I asked.
“U can choose” he said.
“I am not used to liberty”.
“Choose now”.
I turned back.
I choose darkness.