The Waves

Prologue

"It's rather a boring day." I speak to myself.

Sundays always suck me. People don't like schools cause they find the tasks given there too boring to complete. For me, I have no tasks to perform. So I either end working on other's works or creating some new ones for myself.

I usually spend the holidays reading some novels or interesting facts and jokes.

P.S. I don't like love stories.

So here I am in my bed watching the day begin.
I start to think of everything I possibly have for the go.

When I wake up, I'd look out of the window and find everyone busy with their lives. All this makes me feel small about it.

Somehow, I'm not able to sleep. So I just lay on bed watching the ceiling and stuffs around in my room. The light is faded. The sun hasn't shown up yet. Silence had too comfortably occupied my room that I can hear myself breath. I turn aside and watch the wall. My hand slides on the pillow tucked beneath my neck. My vision notice the clock first, a digital one. It shows 03:26 of the morning.

It's still a long way for the day to begin. So, I once again try to sink in places no one is aware of. The ones which were created for me. Where no voice would interrupt my thoughts. I do not think about people nor about family. I think of a lonely place cause that's where I always desire to go. But, the place is too far. Far from my reach. I close my eyes.

"I'm too occupied with people," I think. Their presence choke me. I want a life for myself and I do need people there. But I never wish to see it always overloaded with weight I can't take hold of.

People do feel like burden when they start to poke their nose in my events. And this load feels heavy on my eyes.

I once again look at the clock.

Seven minutes passed since I had a peek at it.

There are a lot of alternate universe I use to visit. Yay! I have a lot of fantasies in me. Sadly, no one's aware of them. There's something about the night that makes me travel more and more in these alternate places. I like to be there where everything goes my way, where I'd be a happy person with lots of friends and dogs around.

I love them. They prove to be better listeners than those fake ears pretending to hear or remember everything I would have spoken.

I feel heavy by the time.  I slowly drift towards a silence where everything feels dark and every sound feels inaudible.

My thoughts finally take a pause. I start to look for the other universe, different than all of the other universe' I've been to.

Slowly, I feel my own voice depressed in some cell they can't get out of. I am no longer able to hear my own soul. My mind mingles to take actions that aren't in my reach. I completely sink in a sea where everything is unclear and lost. The magical heaven once again surrounds me with the warmth of sheaths I'm tucked in and laziness drift me to a complete silence, a complete darkness.