Midnight

The ceiling, was even a ceiling in there? All I could see was black, sometimes a bit of blue for the light that faint as fast as eating a potato chip… I couldn’t fall asleep, why? I’m sleepy but I can’t sleep, why?

—Why? Why can’t I sleep? I’m sleepy.

My head hurts, my body hurts, my stomach… my stomach was the responsible, was the black coffee from midday? No way, that should have made an effect the moment I drink it, not now…

—Ah…

I wake up, light up the candle and walk normally, not at a fast pace, not too slowly, normally, I open the door of the bathroom, leave the candle in front of the mirror just to fall on my knees in front of the toilet, I puked.

Coughing, just coughing all the things I ate, but that wasn’t all, I could feel my throat burning and my nose getting close thanks to all the mucus that was getting, my eyes were crying for all the effort, seconds? Minutes? It felt like hours in there, I wanted it to stop, my mouth was burning, and I couldn’t help crying.

I couldn’t breathe properly, every time I try it I was getting attack again for the puke, in every chance I had to unbutton my shirt to let the cold air hit me with its breeze, I was sweating, if someone ask me how those it feels to die, I would describe this exact moment.

My whining along with my coughs make a very pathetic scene, or a very disturbing one depending on how someone saw it or heard it from outside. I closed my eyes for a long minute, and started to recover my breathing.

I was trembling, my body was throbbing, my mouth still had a bad aftertaste, and my throat was burning, like if I just drank a bottle of lemon with spicy sauce and started choking at the middle of drink in it, making me spitting and weak.

Just a few more minutes after I was leaning on the wall, observing the shadow that was formed thanks to the candle. Finally, I decided to get up to cool my face and wash my mouth with water. I looked in the mirror and took a good look at my face.

—Is that… me?

I touched my face and patted my head. It was indeed my face, but I didn’t recognize it, it was as if it was someone else.

—I know, this must be a dream! Alright, alright, now… WAKE UP!

I shout in the bathroom as I close my eyes… nothing, I opened my eyes again nothing had changed, I was in the same bathroom, with the same toilet I just got dirty, and with the same candle proceeding the same light.

I look at the fire of the candle as if was like my first time seen it, I couldn’t get my sight out of it, it was dancing nicely, the wax slowly burning, getting the bottom of the plate messy, it was hypnotic, and I extend my hand to it, I first move it around the flame, just to feel his warm, but I couldn’t feel anything at all.

—A lucid dream…

I close my hand, turning off the candle and burning my hand, but I couldn’t feel any pain, I feel a little numb but that was all, no pain, I look at my hand and start peeling the wax out of my hand, and a bit of my skin was peel off out with it, I smiled and exit the bathroom.

I looked at the main lobby in silence and looked at the windows. It was about time for the sunrise, I hit my chicks and opened my eyes and started walking to the kitchen. It was the perfect time to eat something just before getting ready for the job, there was just enough light to not confuse me.

—Man, I’m hungry, wondering what I should eat… why would I vomit in a dream though? Maybe because I haven’t puked in a while, well whatever.

I went to the kitchen and start to looking for something to eat, I took a can of beans, fresh meat, and a glass of milk, I took my phone and start playing relax music from the 50s, and started dancing like a princess on a montage video for a kids movie, heating up the can of beans as I start to seasoning the meat and…

I was flavoring the meat and I flip it, there was nothing more to be added thanks to the spices I add early, so I add a bit of salt, a couple leaves, peppermint, the rest was just waiting, the beans were already so I took on a plate and pour it all, the meat was about to get ready, so I put in a plate again, I serve myself a glass of milk and sit down on the table.

I took a glass of milk and took a sip, just the right thing to get ready and started eating the meat and beans, not bread today.

—Where’s my bread? Did I not take it out of the box?

I got up and searched for a fine piece of bread out of the box, a small one, I smelled but couldn’t really smell anything.

—Weird, well, you can’t expect such things from a dream, I guess.

I took a bite out of it and returned to the table. I ate the beans and meat without any trouble alongside my bread and just to finish, my good glass of my milk.

—Ahhh~ Just what a King needs.

I got up and opened the door of the basement. I needed more cleaning materials, so I took a few steps back as I saw the end of the stairs.

—Was this place always this big? I don’t remember, maybe the urge of wanting to end it so fast makes me forget about it…

I couldn’t see the ending of the stairs, but I needed to continue my work, so once again, it was time to get down.