I wake up in the morning- it's this usual day, the colors around are blurry and my mind is half asleep, recovering the real things and the things that only appeared in my dreams. Sometimes I mix the two, but only for a second. Sometimes I wish the world was prettier and the trees always absorbed the sunshine at 6 am in the morning before school. I love the smell of the trees after the rain and the soft tiptoes of the children as they sneak up to scare their fellow classmates, half asleep, half awake. I look through the car window and find birds, free and alive, flapping their wings and causing jealousy to build up in other humans who, like me, wish they could fly in their dreams and never be stopped. Everything whizzes past like a ticking clock, cruel, and yet fair.
I want to open the window and feel the air against my red cheeks, but it's cold and I'll catch the flu again, I don't want that. It bothers me that nature can be restricted like this, if you don't do something that seems natural then you'll be safe. But then, you are expected to do unatural things which you never dreamed of doing. I think of these things every morning, it has grown into a routine. Waking up, drinking tea, watching the flame from the heater slowly rise up into water particles and condense somewhere on a cold surface.
Then the car, and the birds, and the people, all the same every day, yet with different expressions. They dance, they laugh,
sometimes they cry. I wonder if they notice that a person sits in a car and watches them every day, witnessing their little lives
and wondering if they're okay.
I'm strange that way, and I always wonder if people think the same way I do, but for sure I don't regret
looking at the world like this. It's a part of me I've been born with, I never plan to lose it.