2. Early Morning
When I opened my eyes, I saw my future displayed on the ceiling. My past, my present. Images, voices, unseemly declarations, and most of all emotions ruptured through the plaster.
When you see everything laid out before you, can you really change it? Has everything not already been determined? Can you do something different but only receive the same outcome?
What would I overcome in the years forward? Who would I meet? What would I accomplish? Will I lead a good life? Will it be unbearable?
I groaned and turned onto my side, eyeing the ajar door some feet away. "It's too early for this," I whispered to the air.
With a sigh, I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.