I didn’t know what I was doing. The ink was
seeping and the chicken from my lunch hours ago protested angrily. Some part of
me started to hurt. Memories of us walking in the mall floated into my mind.
What was I doing sitting there? I want to be any place else, the only care
being which shop next to look for shoes. I leaned back and tried to see. But I
only smelled a sourness that made me shiver. The lights in my head fused. I
tried to listen but the sounds became noise. What ever happened to the music I
once knew?
I had a plan but I was exhausted. I didn’t
need to think to know where to head. I hopped onto the bus. Twenty minutes was
not enough. For once I wished traffic would slow me down. All too soon I
arrived back to where I came from. Reality still felt like a dream. I worked on
it, but if and when I wake up, will I remember all I did in this dream?
I could well be wasting my time.
I want some more.