Tanguay Number 3 - Personal Essay

As you walk through the dusty road to nowhere, having that unpleasant smell makes you want to turn back, you thought to yourself that you are not much of a walker so what are you doing there, rusty leaves scattered everywhere as if it hasn't been cleared. In the distance a shadow of what seems to be a house came about and when the fog cleared out it was, it was an old rugged house where vines crawled up the sides, structurally you would not even think to go in but you decided to anyways, weeds grew past your knees. If there ever was a path it was gone, buried. You stood there with your eyes wide open, still wondering what you were doing there. You looked behind you and began to calculate of how far you have come to even turn back, a giant door stood tall in front of you covered by overgrown branches as if it was warning you to back off, and this is the only thing stopping you from going inside. Your legs were stuck and came a cold wind behind you pushing you to open the door, one last glance and you saw how the dark wooden walls bathed in a stream of dirt and grime, you examine the windows and you notice that some are boarded up and some are not. As your hands tremble in fear you begin to reach for the handle. A crow suddenly leaped out and flew out of the window to your right that startled you sending you to the ground. Quickly standing up wiping the dirt of your pants you stood and again you tried opening the door. It made a creaking noise like every abandoned house would, well you thought it was, and then it slammed shut behind you "It's just the wind" trying to convince yourself. A foul stench invaded your nose again, you looked around to see where the smell was coming from you cannot seem to find where it was coming from so you wandered around the house in all directions but you cringed at each creak the floor made, dust floated in the air coating your tongue, but it did not sway your determination to find where the smell came from. Halfway up, a shadow flickered at the corner of your vision. You froze like a deer struck by headlights and as you stood there a scent of cigarette occupied your nostrils overpowering the foul scent. A shiver curled through the hairs on the back of your neck then slithered down your back. As you reach the first room smoke began to escape the tiny crack the door made, chaos started to occur, you could hear a train? A beeping noise? And as you rush to the door a body laid down but as soon as you make your way to see who it was the sound grew louder and louder. You started to panic as soon as you reach to see who it was, you suddenly woke up trying to reach for your alarm clock but you wonder that this isn't your normal bed.

Trying to roll to your right side where you usually placed your alarm clock over a wood mahogany side table stand, you begin to feel that this is not your standard bed.         Trying to touch and feel the alarm clock to try to shut it off you are remembered that is it usually placed next to your glasses behind your lamp. Irritated now, you looked over and saw a chrome black alarm clock that reads 12:06pm Good Morning Mr Pres. You are bewildered because your cheap old superman clock from 10th grade was replaced by this huge chrome black one.  Petrified you rush to your bathroom but you blatantly reach a wall where a door would be usually located. You curiously scan the room, you spot flowers in a porcelain Etruscan vase, paintings that showcase women in little to none clothing, you notice a what seems to be a 60 inch TV set with a white leather sofa set with an additional love seat in the side covered in a rainbow colored wool facing an extensively large window. In awe of the place, you still wondered where you could be having speculations you wandered the room aimlessly, there at the corner of the room you walked towards it slowly feeling the wool carpet hugging your toenails and brushing against the palm of your feet. You were able to finally reach the bathroom and you examine yourself in front of the mirror, nothing has changed. Inside the bathroom was another door interested on what's behind it you approach it and without hesitation you open it and as you take a quick glance it seems to be a closet but closet for whom? You ask yourself its filled with what you normally wear during Sundays or if there are any special occasion at all.  You suspect that this closet might be suitable more for an older man or your dad, as you were about to take a coat of the shelf a knock came coming from what seems to be the main door of the whole entire room. A woman barges in without even you opening the door in distressed she tried to greet you but she was having a hard time breathing. After a while she points at your TV panicking trying to signal you to open it and as you did you read in bold white letters "The worst president we've ever had" as the big headline. What surprised you the most are the next words that came out of her mouth which is "Mr President..." and after she said that your eyes widened and you were taken back surprise, she continued with "with all due respect sir we need to get going, you need to address the public" and as she was saying all these words you are just startled, you looked at her in a weird, funny manner but at the same time she runs and asks you to put on a coat. While you two were walking down the hallway she is still speaking endlessly. You are baffled by what you see, people in suits running around like their chickens and as you notice this moment you stop in the middle of the hallway but she kept walking still blabbering, she stopped asking you what the problem was and before you could even answer you look to your right and you see a man running towards you with government officials behind him also running and yelling "Get out of the way" a guy running towards you and what seems to be a guy ready to tackle you. Ducking in fear he stops in front of you trying to catch his breath and as he did he tells you "Mr. Bay, we need to get you to safety NOW" analyzing his suit and his ID it says Henry Gerard and underneath it has a badge only you know are for very important people and beside it reads Chief of Staff, and based on what he said it was not a request and it was most certainly a mandatory thing to follow. You did not resist and as you travel several flights of stairs you finally come across a huge door of what seems to be the door to go to the South Lawn of the White House but even thinking about it and visualizing it makes you look retarded and sound ridiculous. Even before you said something one of the guards opened the door. The bright shining sun blinded you but you blinked and everything came back to normal you overlooked the terrace and you see the all famous fountain. You asked Henry where you were going and asked him again to please explain everything. You pointed out that at one point you were just sleeping and afterwards you became the President of the United States. Henry is troubled by this news explaining that people are revolting and rioting as he turned on the TV inside the room showing the people in the North side of the House, people are holding signs that says "We don't need you", "kick the president out" and etcetera. As more people came with you to the room, they pressured you into taking the stand and addressing the nation. People are yelling at you as if they are constraining you and giving you more and more discomfort by bringing up the problems the nation is facing. You feel that your heart is throbbing faster and faster every time they squeeze you, sweat coming down your face, palms are also sweating in fear as if you are having a heart attack but it is not you are having a panic attack. You cannot breathe you loosen your tie and you ask for a glass of water, you have trouble grabbing the glass tumbling to grab a chair for you to seat in but you accidentally knock over the clock from the shelf just above your head and as it fell to the ground with a loud thud, glass everywhere a note fell. You picked it up and as you open it your initials "JB" are written on the outside of the paper you unravel the paper and was left in awe of what is written on it "Bay, James son I know one day you will be one of the most important people in the world but one day when you do achieve this you will come across a strange dream that will change your life forever because whoever that was in your dream is me and wherever I was is where you are now".