Fantasies of Brother Roberts
Stretched to hear a crack in his joints as a sign that he is awake but his laziness came upon him the more that he refused to get up from the bed. Why am I so indifferent about going to work today? Roberts asked himself. When such feelings come, it's an omen that something is about to happen.
Some years ago, he escaped being a hostage in the six hour stand still traffic on the third mainland bridge, because of such feelings. Who knows what the feeling today could be about.
Confidently, he stayed in bed, thinking of what to do to get busy. Soon, sleep took him off again as he scored away into fantasy land.
He found himself walking in the sky effortlessly. It wasn't his first time having such a dream. At the time, his mother told him that dreams could be very dangerous. Roberts however does not have control over the kind of dreams that come each time he sleeps.
Right in his presence, he found some kind of funny creatures sharing some lightning ornaments in what looked like a collection of war lots. As he tried to join the queue to share in the luxury, he was pushed out by a Viking, who accused him of not being a member of the contingent that went to the battle.
Roberts felt so bad that he almost began to shed tears. He turned back to return home but the same Viking who had spearheaded the protest against him, called him and shared his portion of the treasure with him. "What a wicked kind man." Roberts thought.
Should he have accepted what he did not work for? This was his resolve at first when the Viking had pushed him off balance. He suddenly realised that he was walking on the sky as he rolled to the end of the bed hitting his forehead on the wall and woke up.
It was already some minutes past 10:00 o'clock in the morning. He ran to his bath to wash himself so that he could run to the office. That he did it for a short while, knowing that he is already late for work.
Taking a cup of coffee will not be an idea for the morning. He entered the kitchen to fix the coffee and met another scenario.
Soldier ants have taken over a freshly cooked pot of fresh fish stew. One of the reasons he slept late last night. He stood at the door akimbo, watching and not knowing what to do. Soldier ants can be very destructive. No doubt, his pot of stew is gone and there is nothing he would do about it.
Now, he decided to prepare a mixture to take away the ants. That took him another thirty minutes.
He finally got to the office at midday. Like he was in a foreign land, everywhere was calm, one feature that is not common with Ajay's Pharmaceutical. He entered through the reception, the secretary wasn't showing any kind of surprise seeing him.
As soon as he entered his office, it was dark. He began to wander. How come this is the only place the light did not come on. He made to turn to the door and leave the office, a sudden noise or should I rather say shouts and the flash of light greeted him.
Happy birthday.
Roberts was in shock. He has totally forgotten that today was his birthday. He opened his mouth wide, in shock and excitement and his colleagues raised their voices in songs:
♪ He's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow,
So say all of us.
Mr. Crawford opened a bottle of wine and the celebrations for his birthday started.
