Walls

Sunday

- War! Are you up yet?

...

- Waaar!!!

- Yeah, yeah... coming.

- I just wanted to drop by to leave some breakfast for you.

- Thank you.

- Can I come in?

- No. I am still in bed.

- Oh, well, okay then. I'll leave it at your doorstep then. Eat it while it's hot!

- I'll get it in when I decide to wake up. Thanks again.

- I am off to work then.

- Bye.

- Byee!

"Same nightmare again. It almost feels like a part of my day to day life at this point... I wonder what it all means. I've read somewhere that all dreams have a meaning, even if they aren't what they seem in reality...

Conspicuous. Maybe I should get myself one of those dream manuals, or whatever they are called... but sooner than that I should get Eliza's food before it goes cold."

Warrick got a homemade breakfast from Eliza. This was surprising, since Eliza usually didn't have time to cook and just ordered some fast food. It was nothing spectacular, just some eggs, rice and French toast, but it was very well made. Warrick enjoyed every last bit of his meal and his usual cranberry juice to top it all of. After that he went on with his Sunday routine. He had a night shift today rather than a full day one, so he had to fill the blank time with something productive. Warrick was not one to just sit idly without doing anything. He ran a lap around his relatively small neighborhood.

Huffing and puffing as he jogged he noticed something along the coastline. From afar it looked shiny and small, but it was oddly placed enough to warrant attention for passersby. So, he went closer to investigate. It recently switched from a high to a low tide, thus the dirt was muddy. He didn't like his clothes being dirty and decided to fold up his pants and take off his shoes and socks. As the distance between the object and him shortened he realized that what he saw shining was but a big glass marble, however upon closer inspection he noticed something underneath the orb. It was a note of sorts or a page from a diary, he couldn't really tell where the paper originated from. It read: "where the treasure lies" in a conspicuous way. It was neither cursive nor printed letters. It was a mix of both, sort of how you would see cartoon villains cut out letters from comics to write down their diabolic plans. Warrick grinned when he saw it. He was a fan of pranksters, so he acknowledged whoever managed to fool him into walking ankle deep in mud for a piece of glass and a piece of paper.

Warrick went home to wash his feet before continuing his Sunday routine. As he walked by the usual sunflower he noticed someone waiting for him on his porch. Usually no one comes to visit him other than Eliza, so this really surprised him.

- Long time no see.

- I wonder.

It was the vagabond lady.

- Rude greeting.

- As rude as leaving without paying?

- You didn't stop me.

- Fair play.

- So, what brings you here, sweetie?

- I live here.

- Oh, really? What a coincidence. ~

- Lots of coincidences happen around you, huh?

- You could say that.