May 20, 2014

Things were different since you left. I started taking a new route home. It was Friday and for the first time, I saw how others spent their afternoons. I never realized that their days were so… lively. The sun was shining brightly and everyone seemed to be having fun. Perhaps I was hit with a pang of regret and jealousy. Is this what I have robbed myself from for all these years? Kids streamed past me as I walked along the waterfront. The ocean was glistening a brilliant blue to my right while groups of friends were hanging out under the shade of the umbrellas over their tables.

It was sunny, almost too sunny. The railings on the cliff were a very distinctive dark green. I recalled hearing about how that was sometimes a sign that you were in a dream.

I paid little heed and continued to walk forward until the patio concluded with a small set of steps leading up. I stood at the edge of the railing for a while, looking down at a few boys that were on the slope. One of them was holding a large boulder and looked intent on smashing the face of the kid below him. Two others just watched. Something about how violence gets processed in dreams also came to mind. I had to wake up.

I walked up the steps onto a street with houses. While it wasn’t crowded, there was an unusual amount of people on the road. All of them were holding stones. Everyone was throwing rocks at each other. I tried to pass, dodging what I can.

Much too sunny-

I woke up.