jeremy shada, a kind stranger

Perfection

It can't be a dream, it just can't I felt pain, i saw Jeremy, i made a friend. Why would my dad let me sleepover all of a sudden and why couldnt i remember it? this was so bizzare, "I think I should go home", I said to Syd "oh, well ok my mom can drive us", she seemed really dissapointed I knew she really wanted to see tfios with me, "rly?! yayy"! She quietly said, "huh, oh nothing", she hummed off. Idek where my stuff is i need to just leave right now! BEEP BEEP a loud car horn went off, it was Syds mom, "ready to go?" she shouted out the window. I leapt outside and slid into the front seat, as we drove forward I saw sydney run out of the house and jump into a car that looked just like her dream car and I saw the silloette of someone in the passangers seat, I couldn't quite see who it was but I could tell it was a girl from her shadow. We ended up getting to my house in less then 60 seconds which I was glad even though it made no logical sense at the time. I jumped out and walked to the door, the temperature was 70°F with a slight breeze, basicly the perfect weather, I unlockdd the door with the keys I somehow had in my hands and skipped inside my dad was eating breakfast at the table, I didnt wanna bother him in case if he was in a bad mood, I slowly crept up the stairs ever so lightly tip toeing onto each step until I reached my surprisingly spotless room, i must have cleaned it before left, and collasped onto the bed, just thinking.

Days went by as I investigated, and meditated, and captivated every theory i had until days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and I pretty much excepted the fact that everything was perfect here from the time to the weather. I pretty much thought of my past experiences as vivid dreams, life was goid and I was happy, but every once in while something weird would happen like the whole world would have a little vision glitch like a computer, or everyone i would fall asleep randomly, or i'd feel lime a puplet whose strings were being pulled on making my arms and legs invollunteerily move or feel like i was kicked or hit, kinda like someone gas a voodoo doll of myself. Not everything was perfect here tho, on those sleepless nights where your thoughts overwhelm your mind I'd think of the dream and wish that it was my reality and I really was Jeremys friend and we escaped and were happy, then I realized perfection isn't happiness infact perfection is horrible. I kept wishing on a star every night, wishing that it wasnt a dream until one night ny fantasies came to life.