Happy Birthday Cormac

I woke up to the sound of the hoover, steadily humming away in my Living room. I slept in the spare room and watched AMC’s Walking dead in HD on a 120inch display screen. As the two most precious women in my life soundly slept in my Master bedroom, I untethered my mind to wonder off into the dark rooms of the abandoned old prison building that Rick Grimes and his outfit cleared out, goring putrid, reeking flesh and shattering deformed skulls of the zombies that roamed wide and apart. As the huge HD pictures danced before my eyes, I cautiously walked the old corridors of block C, taking prudence not to cross paths with the undead…The squalid respectability of the old prison house, its dank floors and the sordid walls made my skin crawl. The consistent purring of the projector fan finally hypnotized me into a trance-like sleep until that sound, the sound of the hoover in my sitting room got me up. Switching off my home cinema apparatus, I sauntered into my sitting room feeling like Merle Dixon in the Woodbury after a day’s chores of executing governor David Morrissey's directives. Soon as the eyes of the most important women in my life met mine, I could see the mystery slowly unfold in their faces like the mystery of the Halidon in the pages of a Robert Loodlum book…Their smiles daunted my spur-of-the moment ignorance as they spread wild across their beautiful faces. The sound of their voices as they sang me the old song jerked my soul off its hinges bringing me to my heart’s knees. For so many years I had heard and known this song but it was only until today that the sound of the song mashed in potent smiles and virtuous voices dug deep into my fabric and stirred up the most moving and all enveloping emotions within me. I could have died and resurrected and lived through thousand lifetimes in that moment. My mind instantly spurred into a whirl wind. I was moved because she remembered my birthday, she made it worthwhile to the detail, she touched me in places no one had ever touched and she brought out those forlorn tears that most men spent a life time without experiencing…I tasted those tears on my tongue before we started kissing. Beyond all reason and common sense, we were swooped off of our feet into flight. For a moment we were racing beyond 100km/hrs in this super car that we call kiss-tsubishi before my daughter Tisha bought us to a startling crash stop. Whimpering, grasping for breath and a little more of that exhilarating ride, we slithered off into the bedroom while my baby girl Tisha started work on eating my birthday cake. Clothes went airborne. From the corner of my eye I caught sight of a pillow grow wings and fly from the bed to the floor. As the colors of the rainbow started to form over the horizon of my already blurred vision, I started to speak in tongues filling silos with illogical claptrap. I gave up my life and asked Jesus to take the wheel…HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER!