I had a terrible dream and woke up coming in my knickers. I couldn't remember exactly what I'd dreamt, but it was clear I'd been groping someone. I roughly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.
There was no change in my house. I was living on my own and paying less rent thanks to the landlord's favour. Still, sometimes I wished I could go to Japan and start living there.
After a 5-minute shower with cold water, I headed to my kitchen. I knew how to cook and I knew that the food I cooked was good. But we had no fucking bread.
I wouldn't be lying if I said I was a lazy person. I was too lazy to even go to the grocery store a kilometre away. But as I've always said before, if you don't have bread, buy bread.
I got ready with surprising speed and went outside. I threw myself on the bicycle at the entrance of the apartment door and started riding towards the grocery store. The weather was strangely cold today. I wish I had taken a thin jacket.
Since I don't have many friends, I don't expect to meet someone on the road, but I usually experience unexpected things anyway. Nevertheless, he must not have seen me because he continued walking on the opposite pavement. In the same way, I continued to go to the grocery store without giving a fuck about him.
When I arrived at the grocery store, I was greeted by an old uncle who was having a yawning fit through the window. "Are you here at this time of the morning, son?" he said with a smile. I smiled back, "I need to buy bread, uncle. It's like an emergency."
And at that moment he realised something. I had not taken my wallet with me. Quickly realising this, Uncle slowly reached for a bread basket and handed me the bread packet I was holding in my hand and said, "Here, this is for you. You can pay for it later." He said. I was so fucking happy.
I nodded in gratitude and thanked him. As I walked down the road, I thought about how this small gesture had brightened my day. The beauty of life could sometimes be hidden in the simplest moments.
I grabbed the bread basket and got back on my bicycle and rode home. When the cold wind hit my face, the regret of going out without a jacket hit me. Fortunately, the house was warm and there was a cosy corner reserved for me.
I grabbed the bread basket and jumped on my bicycle again and returned home. When the cold wind hit my face, the regret of leaving without a jacket gripped me. Fortunately, the house was warm and there was a cosy corner reserved for me.
I sat down at the kitchen table with the bread. The smell of freshly brewed tea boiling in the open steam filled the room. After I poured some tea into my cup and ate a bite of bread, I realised that my dream of stealing the waters of thought was still haunting me.
Although it was difficult for me to understand the exact meaning of my dream, I felt a sense of uneasiness. Perhaps it was a sign that the monotonous life I was living was beginning to suffocate me. Maybe travelling to Japan really was a good idea.
As I took my next sip of tea, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that I had a text message. The message showed that I had a friend I rarely used. "How are you?" he wrote.
I hadn't seen him for a long time, so I thought I should reply. "I'm fine, how are you?" I wrote a short reply.
A few minutes later I got a reply: "I'm fine too. Shall we meet sometime?"
I liked this offer. I hadn't met with my old friends for a long time. "Sure, how about this weekend?" I asked.
Soon plans were made and we were going to meet my old friend at the weekend. This sudden opportunity eased the pessimism left by my dream.
As I got up from the dinner table, I realised that taking the bread without thinking sometimes makes life sweeter. Maybe these small changes could make my monotonous life more colourful.
This is where my life started to go to shit.