"Will you shut up about politics already?!"
"Oi, you wanted to have a conversation with me so bear with it. As I was saying. . . . . ."
(You can physically feel the ringing in your ear)
"Why are we even friends?"
"Well, you did try to talk to me first in third grade. I suggest you try to find a new friend if you're tired of me. At least then I can have fun talking to myself"
"Nah, then I can't have someone who I can get bored of"
"And that's also what you're whining about"
(The audacity of this man)
"Ugh, you know what? I'll head out"
"You know you can't do that. I mean,
We're the same person after all"
"Right, right. But you know I can just stop talking with you? I practically am the one in charge here"
"So be it, I'll have fun talking to myself again"
(. . . . . . . .)
You woke up.
(Man, that was a weird-ass dream.)
You yawned and stretched your arms. The day is waiting.
