Fantasy/Reality

An afternoon in my mind

Fantasy: I wake up from a 30 minute nap. The sleep was strangely deep. The whole world has faded from my view and the cars that swoosh by are empty of people. The streets are empty. My house is empty. My bed is empty. Even I am empty. Time has stopped, because it actually never existed. I’m floating in a cloud of fluffy down. Splayed out in my bed, I check my phone, and to my delight, I see that someone cute and seemingly interesting has written to me on Raya. “It’s on,” I whisper to myself as I respond to his message. Then I go down a rabbit hole of googling and information finding, imagining how alike we are. Based on my discovery, I feel like I could tell him about my mystical experiences, and the ghosts, and he would not only understand, but have stories of his own.

Reality: I tell myself to stop being thirsty, and throw my phone down. Then I realize that I am actually thirsty,  but for water, and I also have to pee. When I stand, I become aware that my body feels stiff and exhaust…