Ajay felt that he was dreaming. Or he was in some kind of illusion. Or maybe he was going mad. Or already mad? He felt conflicted. He didn't understand what he was feeling.
Sometimes, he could understand what was happening around him and sometimes he felt separated a layer like seeing water in a bottle. He knew something was wrong but he couldn't feel it correctly. It was like his senses were missing.
"Kid, get up. Why are you still sleeping?"
His adoptive dad woke him up.
Ajay got up and worked like every day. His parents were going to meet him. So he had to start acting. He couldn't make them sad. No matter how much depressed he felt.
"Hey, baby. We bought you a new game. See if you like it."
