Dreamers

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: Aidan

         I woke up with the smell of overcooked hotdogs, and other foods vendors have. Horns honking, and cars rushing by. It’s a wonder I’m not dead. I really hate  living in New York City.

         After getting over all the horrible foods I realized I was under a park bench, somewhere, this morning. It wouldn’t have been that bad if a homeless man hadn’t been trying to steal my shoes. That caused me to sit up suddenly and hit my head. What a stupid place to put a park bench.

          It is not comforting going to bed with absolutely no idea where you will wake up. It’s as if I extreme sleepwalk. I used to sleep and wake up in the same room, that was comforting knowing I was particularly safe, all night. Now I could wake up in the middle of a highway. That obviously hasn’t happened yet, but lets hope it never does. My sister Claire has thought poorly of me ever since I started walking in the front door every morning. I’ve tried explaining it but now she thinks I’m crazy. It’s like I have to perform a walk of shame, when I have nothing to be ashamed of. Except maybe the dirt all over my clothes, or the leaves in my hair. It’s not exactly enjoyable or attractive.

         At least my parents have never noticed, they don’t have time to notice. They work at home, but they may as well work on another planet. To get noticed by them I would have to burn down the house, but not being noticed was fine with me. I didn’t get in trouble for coming home in the early morning with no recollection of where I had been, or what I did. It’s agonizing, not knowing.

         I would love to one day find out but maybe it has to do with Jessica, the girl who haunts my dreams every night. I say haunts because every night she dies just before I can save her. One day I will find her; that is if she exists.

         I just wish that one-day, I could have normal back, just for one day. To go to bed and wake up not in the cemetery or on an old lady’s doorstep, who almost called the police on me, but I was able to convince her I was a paper delivery boy. She bought it, but that was only because I said a dog chased me and I lost the papers. I never thought I would ever say my life is too exciting for my liking.

         I was headed home from the park, which happened to be almost an hour away from my house. How in the heck did I get this far away? I caught a bus back home, where everyone knew each other's names. I loved that, and currently I direly missed it. I kept getting strange looks and second glances because of the state of my hair and clothes. Stupid dreams. Why can I not be normal? I am so jealous of my sister, perfect little Claire, not a care in the world.