I have technically been alive for seven days, thirteen hours and forty two minutes. My physique is slowly returning. I’m still having night terrors and ghost pains from the reanimation, but in time the ghost pains will fade, and then later on in the year the night terrors will cease, just as they always do. Right now my main concern is to reacquaint myself with current technology and style, as well as catch up on current events. Today I am in the library, reading through headlines from the past ten years. After all, this is an important reawakening. I took my first breath of the new millennium just over a week ago, and felt it’s promise and reassurance give me a strange exhilaration I hadn’t felt in at least a hundred years, a pulse of energy that I could still feel coursing through my veins. It is always intoxicating, rising in a new century. The energy always feels slightly different, a faint taste or scent like the first spring rain. It’s hard to sense, but at the same time it is pervasive and seductive, promising things you have yet to see or feel. However, this was a millennium, and the first one I have seen. The pervasive seduction of the thing was calling to my senses tenfold. As an immortal I guess I counted as young, but no matter. The energy I felt pulsing through me was considerably more enjoyable than a mere century. The experiences splayed out before me held softly whispering promises, and before this decade was over, I would take each one into my hands, absorb it’s essence, lapping it up into my already teeming memories like the gluttonous monster that I am, and then gently help them off into the flowing passage of time, a little worse for the encounter. I have nine years and three hundred and fifty six days left after tonight, and my outlook on the decade is growing more and more favorable with each breath. Heaven help the mortals, or Hell for that matter, for I care not who steps in my way. They will not deny me my pursuit of happiness.
Just an idea for a book. Lemme know what you think.