Dream On

A Hole In The Wall

Beep, beep, beep, the alarm clock screams as if it were dieing, I glance up at it, it's five o'clock, and today the calendar glares at me that Friday look. Exhausted, I sit up in my bed, putting my head against the autumn cooled wall. Tired I stumble out of bed and into the living room/kitchen it's not much but it's pretty good for an apartment in the Rocky's. I glanced at the clock. "I have time before I have to go to class." I said aloud in a melancholy and vacant tone. "I could go get some breakfast, maybe hit on the cute barista." I said driving confidence back into my soul. As I load into my truck I got an Erie feeling as if something was watching me. I looked at my phone, and the time was now six forty three. As I drove I turned on the radio. The male news anchor on the raido begins his channel with, Roughly another six hundred people in the east fell into a sleep like coma state today this tallies as the end of a full year of exo-cromia, the victims range into the hundreds of thousands. Hospitals are simply running out of space. Scientist have determined that this is a nontransmissible virus, and are working on a cure. The female news anchor chimes as if cutting off the man.All while the u.s and Chinese relations are falling apart. Russia remains quite.

Pulling into the snowy driveway of a coffee shop I see an ambulance pulling another sleeping person out of the shop. I looked over at the driver's face it seemed white and ghostly, I assume it's because of the amount of people they've had to take further south last week. People are falling left and right and the governments of the world know nothing meanwhile all I can do is live life in fear.

My sister fell asleep in front of me, we did everything we could to get her awake. She has been. In the hospital for six and a half months now. I walk into the caffe with the constant feelings of eyes burning into my back. I look at the barista, she an old woman looks at me with pained saddened eyes. I know that look all too well, another one of her baristas fell asleep again. "I can fill their shifts I said allowed at her." As in my usual pained days couldn't get any worse. She looked at me and smiled and said. "eight o clock as usual right?" "Yes!" I responded in an all too quick and cheerful manner for this gloomy year we've all been in.