Coincidences

Act LVI

How am I going to tell him about this? Zoey, in what situation have you gotten yourself into? One thing keeps leading to another, and it's making everything so... so irritating.

What am I going to tell him? I gotta tell him about it. I mean, it can't get any worse. I start to dial his number and listen to the rings hum one by one.

"Hello? How are you, Zoey?"

"Hi there. I have something to say."

He remained calm and composed; I could tell, even if I couldn't see him in person. "Sure. What is it, Zoey?"

"We have a problem. It's about Martin."

I heard a deep sigh through the phone. "What about him?"

"He keeps on telling me to go on a date. What am I gonna do? I made up an excuse already." I'm starting to stress out.

"Woah, calm down. Take a deep breath, girl."

"If it stays like this, there's no shaking him off tomorrow. Why did you have to set it then? Do something." I'm beginning to sweat, and my palms were letting go of the phone against my will. "What if he finds out about us?"

"Don't worry. Everything is gonna be fine. That's what I'm here for. Ok, tomorrow, the date is still on. I'll handle this situation myself. Martin's easy to break."

"What do you mean?"

"Anyways, relax, have a good night's sleep. Half past ten, and I will be waiting at the station. Got it?"

"Sure. Yeah. I got it."

"Good night, Zoey." The call ended, and I let the vast silence take over me. Relax, Zoey. Everything will be alright. There's nothing to worry about.

I lay down on my bed and watched the ceiling change hue from pink to orange. I shut my eyes and fall asleep.

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One sheep, all alone, sleeping on the grass. It cried silently, as the rain drizzled and wet its wool. For the harsh weather showed no sign of ceasing. It could not move, for its legs were too weak to handle the pressure.

Two sheep, one came, lending a hand. It used its wool to sew her a blanket to seek shelter from the storm, the same one that showed it no mercy. For the second knew the troubles the first persevered. It helped it stand on its feet, for the fear has dissipated.

Three sheep, two part, drifting far away. It turned to the distance, hoping to see the same kindness once more. For the last has promised it a shepherd. It slowly, yet happily died in the shower, for it considered itself a sacrifice for it.

No sheep, three gone, leaving the stage. It has expired, the precious time they had. For the show must come to an end. It starts a new one, though, for the show must go on.

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I woke up, my hair messy, and my pajamas all wrinkled. The dream this time felt more enigmatic, symbolic. I can't help but to think what it meant.

I have to write this on my journal.