“Was it just a dream?… Wait, what is a dream?”
His eyes opened, trying to register what had just happened. It took a moment before he realized he was staring blankly at the ceiling.
“Is this reality already?” He thought of a way to prove his existence. ”I am… I’m…”
He ran out the room, seeking a familiar face. He paced down a flight of stairs and in the immediate room on a stool there sit his mother, a fact he just know though unaware how he found out. He had just gain consciousness, as if he was born the other day.
His story begins…
He finds himself in a scene so blurred, the sun nearly at its rest. A house appear in sight, one so familiar yet incognito. It’s a two-storey yellowish building with red gates and shrubs sitting on the balcony. It all started when the door flew open and at the entrance. There stood someone he dunno. He stared at the figure, who stared back in turn. Both failed trying to identify the other. Just as when the picture brightens up, slowly becoming clearer, A flash comes out of nowhere, illuminating everything…
And then, just then… he child woke up.
It was the last day of high school. Everyone’s excited for college. They look forward to steps to adulthood, independence, greater allowance, maybe part-time jobs, freedom, booze, new faces, adventure, and eventually another graduation. They all left… and so did she.
Everyone except for this lameboy/slowpoke/latebloomer/baka…
Now, it’s been a year and its my turn to leave…. But I don’t want to.
