Liberty's Sparkle (33)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (33)"
   
   Liberty waited as Tom showered, scrubbing with green soap, washing himself by way of his own interpretation of numerology--these compulsions comforting him.
   And of course, the night terrors.  She had viewed his corporeal essence shaking randomly during sleep, as if things were pulling on him; plus, the Sleep Paralysis, where would he lay awake, yet pinned down, only able to move his eyeballs, for up to twenty minutes she witnessed this; next, Tom would gain control of his body, and with the fear of hellish heat upon him, he would ask her:  "Did you see them?  They were holding me down."
   Liberty always replied:  "It's okay Tom."  But she hadn't seen any creatures; however, she knew that all things were possible; also, that there was an infinite number of happenings in the Multiverse.
   Tom exited the shower, dressing himself in a Yoda t-shirt and pajama pants, saying he needed to take his medication and rest, asking her to call work and explain that he was a little under the weather.
   His boss at the pizza shop told her Tom was a good delivery dude, but he couldn't keep missing work.  Liberty didn't want to explain what Tom was going through, for nobody would believe it anyway, chalking it up to being lazy.
  Next, Liberty and Tom sat on the futon, Spanky there too, wagging his tail and licking Tom's unearthly anxiety and anguish away, Tom saying:  "I love you Spanky."
   "What about me?"  Liberty asked, smiling.
   Tom smiled back, replying:  "You're my greatest love save God."
   Liberty didn't feel insulted, for there was no way she could compete with the Divine Maker; thus, she put her head on Tom's shoulder, and they cranked on their antiquated black and white television set with rabbit ears, watching the local news, and all the crap that was happening in this tainted world.