After a long walk first thing in the morning especially when you have little to no sleep, your brain behaves in a certain way, a different way, of course, but it can get either too toxic or too natural or sometimes even too fanatical, but the one thing it doesn't get, at least for me is something that I like to call dream world scenario. What would happen if everything went perfectly according to plan? No problems or hardships. Seems boring personally but, if you look at it, and I mean really look at it, widen your perspective as much as you can things will sit in a place like never before and you will come to a conclusion that this particular scenario happens and should happen in a dream. Now, I don't want to sound cocky or arrogant saying I do not have these scenarios because I do but I have conditioned my brain to ignore them. Once in a while, I do like to think what if this were the case? Or what if this happened? I stopped living on what-ifs pretty fast after a few times.
"Atlas?... Atlas?... ATLAS!" Alexandra was screaming from the bathroom.
"Yeah, what's up?" I snapped out of my trance.
"Pass me a towel, would you?" She replied.
"Damn, my bad." I got up and all most lost my balance. Damn what's wrong with me?... Altas! Don't go there I said to myself. "Here you go."
"Thanks."
"Hey, Alex? I'm gonna down, meet you there." I said.
"I was gonna invite you in the shower, but ok" She replied.
"I'll pass, my head is a little preoccupied..." I said as I walked out of the room and down the stairway with a little dizziness and blurry vision and here I thought LASIK solves everything. I sit on the stairs and just catch my breath. What the fuck is wrong with me?
*zzzzzzzzzz*
A sharp white noise plays and I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing, it is getting harder to breathe but I am still keeping it under control after a while it should be fine... I guess?
"Atlas... Atlas" a mellifluous lady's voice is playing in the background and at this point, I am still consciously breathing "You need to get up and fight and take what's rightfully yours. Atlas! Get up!"
"Yoo Atlas get up, you're drooling on the fricken stairs man" A man's voice started to fade in it was Ryder. "Hey, are you good?"
"Yeah man I went for a run and the last thing I had was beer yesterday it was stupid of me. Also, I had the weirdest of dreams...." I replied and then got cut off by him. "Talking of dreams..." he said and left for the table.
"Your clothes are a little big..." Alexandra walked down the stairs and sat next to me.
I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts and I realized that that wasn't a dream it was someone trying to talk to me but I couldn't be too sure because if I tried to explain it to someone they might say I had that volleyball incident a while back and then I would get a therapist... Ugh! Anyway... "Haha, cute. Let's get some food."