Hamlet’s Other Apparition Essay

I was lying in on a hard cold floor. My head was reeling with a thousand bright argus-eyeds stars everywhere. Is this another apparition? The mite of my father beckons me? I realized the cold floor along my back. The incessant throbbing in my head echoes a swosh, swosh sound ringing in my ear. The cold permeates me, my body is chilled but it does not move. The somewhat forgotten heaviness of responsibility returned and settled standardised a warm heavy cloak. Ah what relief to move it off. I lie thither with the wet cold soaking through the wool and velvet of my coat and clothes to me and in me.I was wrong at that place were no bright legeritys, only darkness. The sound receded to the distance, the throbbing in my head traveled to my temples and persevereed there, as if to remind me that this is no apparition, as I had hoped it was, setting me isolated from this cursed mission to set things right. The knowledge surprised me into session up. The cold retreated somewhat. I kn ew now the source of the chill. It was the stone floor damp by the winter nights mist. The dark did not retreat as everything else had the pain in my head, the ringing in my ear and the cold. It was still dark blindingly so.Suddenly, there appears a glow of light in front of me like a livid dot from afar, visible only because of the total darkness. Ah, the apparition. It reminded me of a star in a dark, moonless night. Only it was lonesome, like I usually am stand up in the tallest turret of the castle watching the heavens. Only now, I am not in the turret warmly surrounded by a million stars of the heaven, I am in this long dank corridor guided by a lonesome star. I felt nearly the floor for what I do not know. I did not summon the servants, for some reason I sat there in the damp stone floor feeling for something.No such luck in the dark. The light was merely a white dot and not a confirmation of a long held suspicion. I became aware of a flowing wetness in my neck, leaking f rom my ear. I touched it. It was sticky. Blood? mine? Where was I? I feel that I should be wearing something in my head my, mind, perhaps? I felt around some more, forgetting myself and crawling around in the dark like an animal. A poor animal not gifted with night vision. I stopped. Am I now mad in fact and not just in act? I stood up. The sudden movement sent me spinning.Was there an abyss in the castle? Why am I falling and spinning out of control. The bright lights threatened to come again. I closed my eyes fiercely. My head was pounding now. The swosh, swosh ringing in my ear threatened to return. I feel like I would embarrass myself as I keeled forward. Is it possible to embarrass oneself while alone in the dark? But what of embarrassment, have I not met with some maiden unkempt and uncouth to breathe deeply in her ear? Ah, madness, is it you? With closed eyes, I tried to stay still. The abyss, the pounding, and the ringing receded.They still threatened from a close distance but at least they were bearable and I was able to stay on my feet. Gingerly, I took a step forward, towards that white dot in the distance. The nausea came back but I conquered it. I took another step, and barely stayed on my feet. I raised my hand from my side and found a wall. Finally, support for my unfamiliar body. I made baby steps toward the bright light. I hear sounds. Is the ringing in my ear coming back to hunt me? No, it was different. It was like the rumblings of the sea from the distance. Am I still in Elsinore?As I suck up nearer to light the sounds became the roar of waves. I remember the crash of waves in the moors. I could almost taste the salt in the air. I anticipate the sweet-scented salty smell of the sea. It is what I need. Suddenly, I feel as if the hallway was suffocating me. The dark was closing near. I tried to make my way to light faster. My steps were small, but hurried, propelled by need to breathe in the sea. A soft breeze came to me. Ah The sea, it be ckons temptingly. The light became bigger. It became a slash, instead of a dot. It was long standing white line in the distance.The crash of waves became rumbles. The sea was gone even if the cool breeze remains, becomes more constant. The rumbles became murmurs. The words rush and tumble with each other, like a hurriedly spoken prayer, a long one from the sound of it. Little by little I hear a voice The light The light It was gone and a barely open door stands in its place. What is wrong with me? The whimsy of it all came back to taunt me my fathers wraith stars abysssea a guiding light Must kill Must Kill Was that me? No, it was the voice, a long familiar voice. I know that voice.I know that I did not rush to open the door. I peeped inside, trying to fit my vision in that long white line the door allowed. at that place was movement from inside. Then, before me is a face, a familiar face, familial face. I know that face. I know that face. You Then, in came the abyss. There was d ark and then, light super bright light. Ah, the sun. It warms me, it bathes me. It seeps through the covers, to my night shirt, to my body. My frail mother, shifting sheets again? Ophelia? I was lying in a wonderfully warm bed and covered by wonderfully warm sheets. Where has the winter gone?The corridor The room The face Where had they all gone? My head was reeling with a thousand questions. The light of day does not clean up the dark corners of my suspicion. I pray for the throbbing in my head, the ringing in my ear. For then, there will be no questions, only answers and vengeance The doubts forced me into sitting up. The warmth retreated somewhat. The cool winter morning penetrates the sheets and touched my skin bringing with it wakefulness and resolve. I touched my ear and found something sticky. Slowly, an eerie simper made it way into my face. 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