Submitted by Old Onion Bags

Normally before Daniel goes to sleep, his preferred night cap for years, was tea. That night in question he had a glass of milk. Come to think of it now, that must have been the reason. January 25th 2013, night before elections, he retired to bed as usual. Knowing tomorrow would be a very important day, an early night’s sleep he thought, was essential. A forecast result well embedded in his head, he felt sure  pleasant dreams only would encircle him. In no time he was in a slumber floating, on cloud nine and on an unceremonious trek, waiting for the morning to call.

That was not to be. As if by some nauseating omen of a hemlock find, a ghost of  proscenium was  busy that night causing him to tumble and roll. Imagine a dream where you are helpless to speak to those you see before you , but a spectator  only to ingest. The elections count was in full swing…coming in fast and furious and one party‘s dominance sure. Wickham’s as well as other politicos future was at stake here, should his prediction be true.  If such be the case, he would once again blast the loquacious and put aside all doubts of his punctiliousness. Daniel was engulfed in a sea of impatience as he could not see clearly what was going on.

As if by some infernal mercurial,  there appeared familiar faces of BU worried, whom from that mesosphere were not pleased with what was going on.. With furlong faces and tongue in cheek, they had seemingly accepted their fates and were heading home. What is really happening he thought, could this be a pronouncement of a leadership change or a resumption of business as usual?  Daniel thoughts jack knifed to the Bayland and the Bay Primary School, the box count for St. Michael South seat.  From his position still on cloud nine he could look down and see fellows on the pasture skinning cuffing and a general rampage of a gleeful kind. His eyes strained to have a closer look but  to no avail.  Oh this is horrible he thought.

Remembering conscious thoughts of a litmus seat, Daniel realized St. James South was where he should be. He strained from within all his capacities to direct this cloud north by north west, to see if this gathering could help. Should the outcome there be as predicted, then he would know all was well with his soul. As if true to form, on arriving in Husbands, there was a similar gallivanting about. From his position above the clouds, there rejoicing from the echelons below indicative of yet another gigantic replicate. The emotionalisms were too much, Daniel jumped up from his slumber unable to know the outcome. Damm he thought, this is worse than a Nightmare on Bay St.