Delusional, Aren't We?

Prologue

“Hey again,” I smile.
“I was looking for you,” They said.
“Really, Were you really looking for me?’’ I enquired.
“Yeah,” They responded. It seems very unreal to me, probably because it is. None of this is real.
“Is everything okay?” I get asked again.
“I’m sorry, I was just lost in thought.”
They stare at me and look away. I walk into our home and start working on my stories. I constantly feel as though everything isn't what it seems. Sometimes we set a standard, we know we could be but never live up to the expectations and goals set by those who are higher up. That scares me. I wish it didn’t, but it does. I go to my bedroom and close my eyes.