One morning, like every other morning he woke up dazed. The sun shun brightly through the gap of the blinds he created, due to his clumsiness, a few years ago. Like every morning he woke up with the sound of the birds, overshadowed by the sounds of construction near by. However, today of all days was a special day.
He woke up right after reaching for a hand, holding it firmly, stroking it gently and gazing at the soft smooth skin. The moment he woke up he knew who's hand it was. Though he did not know why he dreamt of such a thing, and the feeling he had after remembering the dream. Sweat broke as his concentration increased, trying to remember the details of the intriguing dream. His heart slowed to an abnormal pace and his breath - soundless and growingly less frequent.
Might I add, it wasn't because of this dream that made the day special.
His body motionless trying to make sense of the image he saw, trying to remember what happened before the uniting of hands. And without progress he gave up and returned to his reality and daily routine.
Brushing of teeth,
He knew his mind was in shambles after what happened earlier. He needed to distract himself. Distractions. Distractions...
Eating of breakfast,
Whenever his mind is free it strolls to the irritating unknown, the certain and the uncertain.
Switching on of computer.
"How much longer will this day take to pass by?" Doing his best to distract himself, time does disappear.
However, eventually the purpose of the distractions seize to work effectively, and soon his mind wanders without restriction and without care. Crossing borders from insanity to sanity, logical and emotional, stupidity and wisdom. In the end... well to be honest, there is no end =]
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