In The Eye Of My Mind

5. Origin

Going to sleep every night has always been weird for me. When i lay on bed, try to go to sleep, it's almost like every inch of my body wants to resist it. It's not sleeplessness, i sleep just fine. However, a part of me really hates the feeling, the whole thing.

I've usually thought that sleep is a waste of time, like i'm missing out on the world, like i'm away from where i want to be.

What's weird is that every time i wake up, for a split second, my surroundings feel different, like i don't recognize anything, but then that weird feeling disappears quickly.

After waking up, i usually write a few chapters in my story, a story that has all i can remember of last night's dream. Of course, dreams are really hard to remember, they slip away as if they're meant to be elsewhere.

My daily life has become a mash of mundane routine that rarely deviates from the norm. A clot in the artery of life's excitement and fun. Slowly, i began to be indifferent, i didn't care much for what was going on in the world. Life itself felt so trivial really, so whh bother with what's unimportant?

I finished work around 6, drove off to a café afterwards, alone of course. They serve delicious raspberry  cheesecakes, i always get myself a rewarding slice. I stare outside the large window they had at the distant horizon, thinking: What am i doing here?

The same, always the same. Every day was a slightly dustier version of the day before. I used to dream big, aspire for more, but again, what's the use of struggling when you know the final verdict?

But...
Little did i know...
I never saw what was coming...

*Wake up*

I finished work, drove to the café. Ordered my usual slice of cheesecake. Ate the first bite and stared at the distant horizon. However, today, for some reason, i had an urge to look at people who were sitting around me. There were many, today was a busy day. Some couples, a family or two, and several groups of friends. There was another loner like me though, she looked towards me and smiles warmly. It was as if she said: I know the feeling. Yeah, being alone.. being lonely.

For some reason, that girl kept smiling, soon waved at me, gestured me to come join her. It was an unusual thing for me, but strangely out of character, i moved and sat with her. Up close, i saw her more clearly.

She was pretty cute. I wasn't good with age, so i think she was around 22 or so. Her black hair was short, barely touching her ears. Her eyes were defined with makeup, showing off the light brown inside. Her nose was a bit long while her lips were narrow, coated with a hint of pink color.

"You sure take time to phrase what you see, don't you? But come on, a hint of pink? Guys are guys after all" she suddenly spoke, in shock, my wide eyes were glued to hers. Did i say what i was thinking out loud? This is weird. I tried to grasp what was happening, but she giggled and kept talking "Nothing's wrong, i did hear your thoughts loud and clear. You see, this isn't the first time we meet. To prove it to you, why don't you start by telling me your name, that should be easy enough"

Absurd... that's what i thought. This girl was clearly crazy, a crazy girl trying to confuse me. Is this a new form of con? To get something from me? And what's with her stupid words? My name? Yeah it is easy enough....

Wait. What?

My name, i know it. I sure do, it's...it's...

"Yeah, i thought so" she grinned "Lets make it easier for you: Jake, Chriss, Juan, Francis, Ali, Brian, Joe, Stan, Kawazaki, George, Silva, Markus, Mohammed....." she kept spewing one name after the other. Her expression was getting more annoying as she enjoyed seeing me more confused. Was my drink drugged or something?