Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Day 32

Day 32

32 days, you've been living with me. We've been living together.

I'm too shy to tell you how I feel.

So I'll hide behind timid smiles and soft hellos.

I'm afraid if I ask you, "What do you think of me?"

Your reply will be:

"I don't."

-Jordan Maron

"And welcome back to another stream... Playing some CS:GO today, which should be interesting."

I could hear Tom's muffled voice from the living room. We talked yesterday, about moving in together. Tom's paying rent on his own apartment for no reason at this point, considering he's been living with me for a little over a month.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna join the stream? Pretty please?"

"Yeah, just a sec," I mumbled, waddling into the bathroom. I lazily went through my regular routine. With no regularly scheduled job to wake up to, and no real responsibilities, I started recognizing 1 p.m. as "morning time." Splashing water against my eyes, my senses finally started to come to. The world around me lit up, springing to life. I looked into the mirror, meeting eyes that were not my own. My body convulsed, jumping backwards, the heal of my foot kicked against the door behind me.

"Wait, hear me out!"

"Sonja?"

"Listen, at least it's not Tucker," the imaginary girl in the mirror argued.

"You make a good point."

"I know I do. Anyways," she continued, brushing a small bang away from her face. She was just as I remember her, brown hair and bright eyes, all hidden behind the reflective glass. "I just wanted to talk to you, and whenever I take over your body, you always just look like you're in severe pain and you never remember anything I say, so it's not worth it."

"So how are we talking right now?" I asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I'm always buried in your subconscious, I'm just persuading you, per say, to see me instead of your regular reflection. It's simple, really."

"Yeah, real simple... Why couldn't you have just talked to me in a dream? You've done that before."

"But how many of those dreams do you actually remember... Honestly?"

"...none," I mumbled to the mirror.

"Exactly. I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna help you get together with Tom. Like a wingman," Sonja smiled from ear to ear, looking rather proud of herself.

"No," I reached towards the door handle, trying to exit.

"Wait! I can tell you like him, please just let me help."

"How can you tell?"

"First of all, you wrote about him, second of all-"

"Don't say that so loud! He might hear you, and then he's gonna check my journal."

"Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you. I'm not actually real. I'm a figment of your imagination, a character your mind created to help you cope with some serious shit. Tom can't hear me or see me, but he sure as hell can hear you, so keep your voice down."

I followed her orders, lowering my voice to a hushed whisper. "If I created you, why do you have to talk to me through mirrors and dreams?"

"I'm in your mind, not the Matrix," the snarky girl placed her hands on her hips. "I know you know how to love, you just locked all your love away in me. We are one, we are the same, and guess what?"

"What?" I mumbled, playing along.

"We love Tom."