------So a portion of the roof in my room just caved in... It happened about like 2:00AM in the morning, and it has kept me up since. It was just a big thunderous crash, and it woke me up. Then the dust particles flew everywhere and I started having massive allergy attacks. So massive that a nose bleed occurred. I mean you can die from that right? Breathing in dust particles from paint chips and cement.
------A part of me feels devastated because I treat my room as if it is a temple. Its a place that I spend sometimes whole days just to myself to the point my mom calls me freeloader sometimes when I finally go down at night time to eat dinner. I had to exile myself out of my temple, due to the amount of dust particles. And to make matters worse, the portion of the roof that caved in was on top of my couch. Yes my room is big enough to have a couch. But my electric guitars (the ones in my profile) were on my couch. I was servicing them just before I went to sleep, by that I meant cleaning and adjusting mechanical values due to temperature change effect on wood...
------Anyways, they got hit with the roof, the red one took the most damage. It actually tanked the damage, for the other guitar. When I looked to see what had happened, I noticed that the grey one, which I call Nikira, had hidden behind the other guitar. I pulled both of them out, they are covered in the dust/paint particles, lucky they are still in playable condition, just needs major cleaning, and major servicing. As I was removing dust particles off the red one, I call her Rayne, I noticed that there were scratches on the finish, like deep scratches (luckily no paint chips). A part of me cringed because I always keep my instruments in pristine condition because they're expensive as ********, around $500 - $800 worth. But they're durable, I have to admit. At least now, Rayne has some battle scars...
------"Are you ******** serious?" she exclaimed.
------She is sitting on me suggestively as I was laying down in the living room couch. She pulled me up to her by my t-shirt and what I perceive to be a hand flying with propagation and direction towards my face. Slap, and the pain numbed away all my worries, as the feeling lingers on my cheek. I look at her in the eyes, eyes that are red and flustered, leaking like room of a thousand fountains in Coruscant. She softly held the other side of my face
------"You could have died you ******** idiot..." she softly whispered as she pressed her forehead against mine.
------She's right, I could have died. And I'm lucky I wasn't sleeping on the couch that night because some other days the bed feels like a rock. As I was removing the rubble of my guitars, I realized that the weight and sharp edges of the broken pieces of cement is enough to impale me, and the dust/paint particles was enough to suffocate me if I managed to survive that.
------"I'm sorry Ani, I--"
------"Shhh, its okay I understand, Rayne was mine as much as yours..."
------I wiped the liquid dripping out of her eyes with my hands as she grips my shirt tighter. But then she slowly fades away, dissipating to nothingness and I go right through her. Remembering that she had left to Boston since Until Next Time, I was only dreaming as I miss her that badly. I'm in big trouble, she is going to kill me if she found out what happened to her guitar. Somehow I find it oddly strange and perhaps symbolic of how Rayne, shielded and protected Nikira from the damage, similarly to her tenancies to be overprotective of me.
------I'm lucky the new acoustic guitar I got yesterday wasn't on that couch. I'm pretty sure if it was, It would have gotten destroyed. I was gonna take pictures of it too in the morning because, that's when natural light hits my room, and guitars look best in photographs. But I accidentally popped the G-string (no sexual pun intended), when I was servicing it last night, so I placed it safely on the guitar stand. I haven't popped a string since I was starting guitar, Looks like I have to buy strings for all my guitars, and service them. So no guitar for at least a week...
Anyways thanks for reading, This is Anikacy, signing out!
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