Maybe Next Time
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You drive all the way out there, into strange, remote lands. It takes days and nights. When you arrive, you stock the place with food, with water. You pick the room with the small chandelier. Then you go to sleep in it.
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Maybe Next Time

by Luc88

You drive all the way out there, into strange, remote lands. It takes days and nights. When you arrive, you stock the place with food, with water. You pick the room with the small chandelier.

Then you go to sleep in it.

Maybe next time, you'll wake up to something better.

You dream of love. You dream of innocence. You dream of paradise.

You collapse into reality. You stare at the hanging crystals of the chandelier swaying gently. Dust is starting to gather in the room. Out the window, are miles and miles of green nothing.

No neighbours in sight. No birds sing here either, quite oddly. Your world is silent. No one will try to find you anyway. No one cares to. You will be safe here. You are happy.

You go back to sleep.

Maybe next time, you'll wake up to something better.

You dream of bliss. You dream of hope. You dream of things that can never be.

Reality tears you back in. You open your eyes. There's mold on the walls. You trace your protruding ribs, your concave stomach. You are all alone.

There's food in the fridge, but it's impossible to get up and get it. Your body is fine, physically fine. But it feels like it takes everything just to open your eyes.

You go back to sleep. Beautiful, beautiful sleep.

Maybe next time, you'll wake up to something better.

You dream of things that have never been. You dreams of surprises and successes and shocks. You dream of a life well-lived.

Reality crashes back in. Your throat is parched. The skies are red. You're out of the water you placed by your bedside. You feel weak, weaker than you've ever been. No birds sing.

Hunger hurts, it's gnawed and gnawed until your flesh is gone. It's getting cold. The air is stale.

You close your eyes.

Maybe this time, you hope, maybe this time you'll get to stay in paradise. Maybe this time you won't ever wake up again.

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