As I return the work to Ed’s desk, he stops me, asking when Seb will be able to pick me up. I shrug him off and tell him I can walk, but Ed is having none of it, so I have to wait another hour or so to go home. I sit at my desk, watching the sun cross the sky, waiting. All of a sudden I feel my eyelids grow heavy and I become very tired. The pen I had been tapping on the desk falls to the floor as my head drops to my chest, unsupported by my weary muscles. But that is not me.
I can see the blue-haired woman, slumped over and sleeping in the afternoon’s sun. But it is not me, I never feel tired, how could I? I just know I have to escape, so I do. I leave the room, sprinting down the flights of stairs and out of the door. I dart between the cars, narrowly dodging a speeding taxi, down the hill, towards where I can see life. I see a few blossoming trees and a bed of red flowers, they draw me in, pulling, calling, dragging me.
Towards an illusion of freedom.
There is nothing natural about this place. Damn. It’s just a park, perfectly pruned and maintained, to fit in with society’s demand for order.
Order can go to hell, I want freedom, release from the prison of my mind. I just want to be able to let go, to live away from the pain and memories that seem to tarnish my future. I just want to stop being me. But I know there’s only one way to do that.
And I won’t.
Because, like the rest of humanity, I’m scared, a heavy hand keeps dragging me back to life. Even now, I hear him breathing down my neck.
Everything goes white.