Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories

Vessel

I sometimes think that I'm just a vessel, made up of questions and senseless thoughts. But then again. Isn't it not senseless to think about "senselessness" when life does not make sense at all to begin with? Aren't we just trying to make everything make sense because nothing does? I questioned while eating a piece of biscuits. 

A vessel... I smiled bitterly at the thought. 

"You ready?" Auntie asks. I give her a disagreement look.

"Yeah whatever, eat faster our clients are gonna arrive in about a minute."

"Tsk" I didn't say anything more. 

 What it is like to be carefree? To wake up without thinking about these things. Unpleasant things. I guzzled the cup of milk auntie brought. I tried to wipe the dirt of my face and prepared myself.

Here we go again. I thought. I heave a sigh and open the door. Before I walk out I look once again at my room.

Finally, right? It's gonna end. I tried to memorize the little details. The dresses that were to big for me, but fits us just right. I look at the bed and the bear staring right at me.

Well, Mr. The little one needs to say goodbye now. But you don't have to worry, just weeks after we're going to have a new company again. But things are gonna be hard before that.

There's process right? Remember that? It was painful isn't it? I know, but it was worth it after, I guess. We've get to experience freedom once in a while, eat delicious food and have a company. A cute and sweet company.

"Hello dear," someone said. I look at him and smiled. "Is that her?" He said full in excitement. I kept quiet. "Can I?" He asks anxious and a bit confused. "Sure, its yours," I said as I hand the child.