Fiction:

Dreams are Reality

Rain fell hard last night. But my room was stinky – the smell of my sweat filled the room’s empty space. I opened my eyes, stared at the window. It was still dark. I reached my phone and blinked at the brightness of the screen.

4am.

I realised I woke up from a dream I couldn’t remember. But I had a feeling, a strong feeling that it was a bad dream. I couldn’t go back to sleep. My heart was racing frantically. I couldn’t breathe properly. I stood up from the bed, went straight to the kitchenette, ransacked the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The water was soothing. It touched my heart, untied my lungs, and I felt okay. I breathed in.

I tried to remember what happened last night but I couldn’t make out anything. My head ached all of a sudden. My mouth tasted alcohol I couldn’t recognise. I realised I was drunk and I thought I passed out. I started to think about what happened a few hours back…

Then it struck me. I wasn’t dreaming…

I came from a funeral.

I had a family. We were happy.

I had a lovely wife, lovelier than a flower. Her face was as perfect as a picturesque of a green mountain lying under the blue sky. I also had a 6 year-old beautiful daughter. She was so young. She was fragile. She was a little princess. We had a home. It was simple yet modern, cool and inviting. It stood on a hill. We could see everything under the horizon – the city lights at night, the fog early in the morning, the sun at dawn, the twilight, and the stars and the moon. My home was my life. My wife and my daughter were everything to me. Living another day was surviving the pain and I could not endure the pain. No more…

I walked to the balcony where we usually stargaze at night, or relax in the morning. The sunlight was slowly crawling in the horizon. Or was I just dreaming? Memories came back to me like a flashlight turning on and off frantically. Memories broke my heart in a million pieces. My mind was blowing. I couldn’t live another day.

I jumped off from the balcony.

I felt the cold air pierced my skin.

I heard a strong thud on the ground. I felt it.

I was lying on the ground now. I saw my own blood.

Then my hurt stopped…

Now I’m finally waiting for my wife and my daughter.