1. Monotone

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I lay awake on my bead, staring up at the watermarked ceiling in the dark. The dark blobs don't seem to have shape but are still vibrant enough to see. I turn over to my side squinting at the bright numbers on my bedside.

3:57 AM, reads the clock.

Another sleepless night, like most nights before. A dreamless, blank rest is the closest to "sleep" I've had in years. Dreams have become useless, just blank figures swaying to a flat, repetitive sound. A mirrored image of my daily surroundings, not something I wish to experience anymore than necessary.

Without realizing my thoughts slowly decrease and my body fades into a dark stillness.

A loud beep awakens me, screeching on my bedside. My eyes open wide at the sound. I reach over and silence the alarm, still laying down I stretch my arms in front of me. I gain the strength to lay up and off my bed. Another dawn, just as the rest. Every morning the same as before. Shower, get dressed, breakfast, off to work. All too predictable. I wouldn't say I have the best of jobs, working at a diner isn't likely what one would think of as noble. Though it may be tedious, it brings forth a chance to meet some interesting characters.

"Here is your bill" I handed the young man a small piece of paper.

"Thank you very much for your service sir" He handed me a $20 bill with a simle and walked out.

He has it. That spring in his step, the light in his eyes. It's not hard to tell, so obvious he might as well hold up a sign saying it. He has the single thing I've wondered of my whole life. That man is in love. Some say it splits the view of light itself, makes the world light up into different hues. I wouldn't know of such a thing, all I see are shades of light and dark. So I shouldn't care, right? It wouldn't be my place. But I've always wondered what it's like, if only I could borrow his eyes, for a single second. If I could just see what he sees, just once. That would be enough for me.

Maybe it would fill up the void I've built inside me...

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