All around is a bare field, stretching to a vast horizon so far away that only the eye can catch it. A field and nothing but a field. No rocks, no water, no life, nothing but field and sky.
The young man in black shirt and trousers touched the dry, cool earth with his bare feet, which pleasantly touched his skin with its coldness, making a marvellous sensation spread throughout his body. The cold was mild and pleasant, it was not harmful but relaxing. The sensation of pleasant coolness with a blue aura travelled through his body. It was only a metaphorical picture visualised by the man's mind, but it was something in addition to the aesthetic satisfaction he was receiving at that moment.
The brisk wind whistled its currents, enveloping his body. Its noise caressed the eardrums of the man who stood serenely with a straight posture, arms at his sides. A perfectly ordinary posture, but it suited the current picture best. His emotionless face, the epitome of true tranquility, stared forward. The silver iris of his eyes reflected the cloudless sky, where only the sun, bright as a powerful light bulb, tried to warm the earth with its pale golden rays. Just the sky with its source of light and the earth, nothing more. The boy did nothing; he stood still with a serene look, looking at the empty field.
The boundless view kept his gaze fixed on the end of the boundless space, where the surrounding wind currents seemed to rush, whistling sultrily at the boy. At moments it was as if he could see them all around him, as if the wind took on different colours, each belonging to a particular path.
The atmosphere really did resemble reality.
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Waking up one regular day from the insolent and nasty sound of the alarm clock, which seemed to want to burst his thin eardrums with its ringing noise, a skinny young man with a bit of force tapped on its top where the button to switch off this heel device was located, which seemed to have been created by masters of sadism who liked to see all the pain and annoyance of a teenager of sixteen waking up in the morning, inwardly seething with torrents of anger and irritation at the beginning of another dull day by his standards; stood up and slowly rose to his feet, letting his loud yawn spread across the room, pulling himself up to the ceiling as hard as if he wanted to tear his limbs apart, if only to keep them from getting stiff and leaving an uncomfortable feeling in his joints.
The teenager wiped his sore eyes, as if that would make them recover much faster, and left the room without bothering to get dressed or make his bed. As soon as he got up, his body was practically awake, and his stomach, hungry from a long night, rumbled loudly to remind him of its emptiness, which needed to be filled immediately! Slow as a sloth, his desires drove the slow boy to the fridge as soon as possible, even though his body was still relaxed and like a tank filled with lead. The struggle of loosening and tension left an unpleasant sensation that he had to put a bolt on, for he wanted to eat. Food was his main concern right now. Nothing else could be thought of. His stomach was higher than his muscles - it would not tolerate indulgence. If it was empty, it would let him know!
Today for breakfast sandwiches: three slices of bread with sausage, a disc of tomato and cheese on top. The boy made himself a black tea, not bothering to throw sugar in it. He had nothing against sweet tea, but it seemed to him that the tart flavour of brewed tea leaves without sweetener would go best with the three sandwiches.
He sat down at the table, placing another cup in front of him, this time empty. He rested his smartphone against it, which had a film on in advance, which he hadn't finished watching yesterday because of the usual boredom caused by the film's long running time. Thankfully, he had saved the time code he needed and continued watching from that moment, rewinding the time back a bit to better recall the specific events of that part of the film. The battle scenes played on the screen. It was an action film with a lot of shooting.
The guy leisurely began his meal, chewing his food thoroughly. The tomatoes added juiciness, making the flavour so rich that it made the taste buds on his tongue orgasm with sensation. As he thought, the tart tea was just right. It didn't interfere with the flavour of the sandwich, so he could enjoy its holistic benefits.
Surprisingly or not, the boy at some point completely stopped paying attention to the film. His head was full of other thoughts: "It's that weird dream again. This is the fourth time, I think. Do I really miss those days in the village that much?" - he pondered incomprehensibly, taking another bite of the succulent breakfast.
He had been having the same dream for the last fortnight, which was a wonder to the boy. It seemed like what was so surprising about it? But it had been a long time since he'd been in the dream world, and then he started having the same dreams. They occurred on different days, but had the same content, and what is more surprising, he remembered them perfectly from and to. Usually a person can not remember his dream in every detail from beginning to end, but with him this was not the case, and it is also worth adding the time he spent there. How long can a dream last at most? Three minutes? Maybe ten? Time passes more slowly in dreams. One minute there is a whole night in reality. That's why they're short, but that's not the case with him. Every time he spent at least thirty minutes in a dream, and last time he spent an hour. And all he did there was just stand still with a straight posture. He didn't feel tired, even though such a long stay in one place was very taxing on the body. He could only put it down to sleep, but that didn't explain why he'd been there so long.
The boy let go of the sandwich and leaned back in his chair. The noise of the film fell silent to him. He could hear it, but he wasn't listening. It was like voices blending into the background. His mind was blocking out other factors at the moment. The boy relaxed again, which meant he didn't finish his breakfast, for at the next alarm signalling the end of his meal, he came to his senses and headed for the bathroom to bathe. He is a very lazy man, and only alarm clocks helped him to meet his deadlines so that he would not be late for school. Like any other student, he has to attend school to get his high school diploma so that he can apply for higher education to get a university diploma, with which he can then get a job at a local eatery that sells shawarma and burgers to hungry students and schoolchildren like him.
If life were a simple novel written by a second-rate author who wants to build a fast-paced plot with a protagonist who is always moving somewhere, it's probably not about him. Simply because he doesn't feel he's suited for such a character, and he doesn't have the aspirations or motivations for such a character. It's hard for him to describe his attitude towards this fact, but it definitely doesn't evoke anger or other bad emotions in his heart and mind.
"That field was like that... Fields without seedlings may well exist. But... it seemed so lifeless, as if nothing had ever grown there. A real wasteland without a shred of life. Why did I dream something like that, and more than once?" - The boy couldn't stop asking, realising that he wouldn't get any answers, for he was asking himself.
After washing, he packed his randers¹ as usual, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and black trousers. The shirt was a size or two too big, which made it pointless to even tuck it in. It was worn over the body as a substitute for a jumper, if you went deeper into the matter. The kid double-checked the contents of his bag, and then he left the house without making his bed; unwashed dishes adorned the half-full sink, lounging in it. If he left it like that for two hours or so, all the dried-on stuff would just roll off and the dishes could be washed without too much trouble. This action will take no more than ten minutes.
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Randers¹ is a Japanese leather bag that you often see in anime. It is used instead of a briefcase to hold school supplies.