A Fool’ s Delusion
Alex had just fallen asleep. The day passed, languidly, and he was finally able to rest. He had come from high school, that, uncontrollable, emotional rollercoaster, where he could be happy and hopeful during 3 rd period and depressed and hopeless during 6 th period. He knew, however, that when he lay his head on that pillow, everything was forgotten and the day would reset. This is how he felt about high school; it was an unpredictable loop.
Recently, however, something happened. He fell in love, or at least that’ s what he believed, for he was never sure if it was love or attraction, either way he wanted her. He liked her, a lot. It was hard to find someone he got along with; He was so happy. Every time he spoke to her he wanted to declare the love he had for her. He wanted to hold her close, to protect her, to let her know he will always be there for her, to put her interests above his, to please her; but, he would be reminded about the reality of the situation. She was taken. His world would crumble on his way home. When he was with her he did not care, it was only when she was away he acknowledge this reality. His hopes of having someone would diminish on his way home, causing him to spiral down a pit of depression, only to be pulled out the next morning when he saw her. This had become a regular day at school for Alex.
One morning he had an interesting dream, the first he had ever written down:
“ I was in a room with her. The room was odd, don’ t really remember much about it. It was quite large. She was on the other side but I could not really see her, she was holding something. I would try and walk towards her but I couldn’ t get close to her. After breaking from this weird