After working all day, my body feels like its been run over by a bulldozer and then set on fire, but sure lets pretend i still have the will to function.
Construction work isn't for guys like me, you know, skinny frail, emotionally unstable guys like me. I was born to lay dramatically in bed all day, not breaking cement in the sun.
Not like i can complain though, if i stop working, i stop eating, and if stop eating i die, which doesn't sound all that bad but dying is expensive, and unfortunately im broke.
I still have a long way home but i just stay still waiting for my soul to re enter my body, which should be any minute now. Yep. Any second…
drip
Ah yes, rain. Perfect. I mean what kind of dramatical breakdown would it be if the sky wasn't sobbing with me too.
And then the rain hits me like little icy slaps. thank you, nature. I really needed that.
Now im completely. soaked from head to toe, i feel like the protagonist of a sad indie movie. All thats missing is a piano soundtrack to make things more miserable.
'Will anyone care if i disappear?'
Hahaha. No.
Family? None. Friends? What are those? People would cry if i dropped dead? Hilarious. I could vanish right now and the only one who would notice would be my landlord.
A tear suddenly stains my cheek, followed by more.
Ah, i deserve an oscar honestly.
For now i decide to dramatically run home like im some runaway princess , except that nobody will chase for me.
I tripped twice, im 90% sure i just pulled a hamstring.
I finally get to my apartment, aka a box with a toilet, and change into something else.
I sit at the table eating the most delicious meal I have ever eaten (if i think it, maybe I'll deceive my mind), then i proceed to chew on a piece of dry break.
I guess if i was an object i would be a piece of bread, stale and sad.
I feel dizzy, probably from playing dramatical princess all day, so i rest my head on the table for a little, then i pass out.
***
"Ugh…"
Light. My best friend. I groan as sunlight pries my eyes open as if punishing me for surviving the night.
"Theodore it's time to wake up, I made breakfast!"
I look and find a woman that looks like myself, like seeing my reflection in the mirror, except for the long hair obviously.
"Good morning, sister"
I glance at her as she walks away feeling melancholic all of a sudden.
'why is it always the same dream?'
" Are you going to eat? if not ill take your food"
I glance at her before digging into my food, I can almost feel the hot soup burning my mouth as if it was real.
"Are you not going to eat, sister?"
I said as I looked down, when she was alive I didn't know the reason she would always tell me she wasn't hungry. Sadly the days when I was innocent and young are over and everything is different.
"I'm not hungry, i'll eat later, Theo"
"..."
" I have to head to work, see you later"
"See you later, be careful, sister"
"I will"
She said before heading out the door while humming a happy tone.
'This was the day my sister died, and for some reason I'm forced to leave this dream every time I fall asleep. Maybe if a had told her to stay she wouldn't have died such a senseless death...'