The Illusory World

The Illusion

It seemed as though he skipped everything—dinner, showering, and reading his preferred newspaper. He completed all of these things, but he did not enjoy them

since they were no longer meaningful. The bed is the only thing that matters and exists. After that, he shut his eyes:

On a rainy day, he was waiting for the florist to buy her a purple flower, which is why he was late. He arrived, walked the two curving iron stairs, and stood at the door. He had become wet all over. Not only was his costly outfit and haircut a complete wreck, but the perfume he had on disappeared. There was no answer when he repeatedly knocked on the door. He realized that she waited for enough time so she went to the party.

He sat on the stairs, not knowing whether to follow her to the party, go home, or wait for her to return. He heard the sound of an automobile and from the depths of its tremor, he knew it was her. He paused to look at his surroundings. Though the weather was not very cold, he was freezing from the cold. She smiled as she looked at the gloomy clouds after getting out of the car and feeling a slight cold. and she removed two bags from the car. Her yellow hair, styled so carefully, started to get wet. He was still frozen in place. It wasn't until she reached the bottom of the stairs that she noticed him. He scared her a little, and then everything stopped. She was staring at him with her brown eyes, surprised at his state, and he was surprised that she did not go to the party. They

weren't able to break free from that stasis; only the sound of thunder and the light of lightning brought them out of that stagnation.

The rose on the floor in front of the doorway grabbed her attention as she crossed the steps to his side. She wanted to hug him, but she controlled herself. Instead, she questioned him with a soft voice:

- you were late?

She did not care about the answer, she wanted him to talk to her. He intended to tell her what happened:

- I was wa...

He interrupted himself, and while she was opening the door, he asked her after a few seconds of quiet:

- I thought you went to the party,..., why you did not go to it?

She gave him a straightforward response, looked at him rapidly, and went inside:

- It is a party, nobody wants to go there alone.

He felt guilty about her response, so he followed after her and held her arm. When he did, she turned back to face him. Then he said:

- I am so sorry, I must have come earlier than I did. It was completely my fault.

And said to her after that:

- Wait!!

She followed him by three steps as he went to get the flower he had dropped outside. The purple flower was different from when he brought it, yet he still offered it to her:

- This is for you.

With a hidden laugh, she spoke:

- It seems like you—cold, wet, lonely, and nervous, but it is okay.

She touched his chin and spoke:

- I had absolutely no desire to attend the party. I went to deliver food after waiting for you for a while.

After these words, they hugged each other tightly.

And thus he embraced an illusion, drugged himself with this fantasy, and fell asleep.