D&N - Chapter One: TIME TO THINK

by **Eedee** Thu Nov 28, 2013 8:18 pm

by Eedee
CHAPTER ONE
TIME TO THINK

Daydreams. We all have them. Maybe that's what defines us as being normal. And those who lack drive or ambition are the outcasts. You've seen them before. Those who, when you first look at them, you get a sense of non-familiarity. Your reptile brain subconsciously makes you a little skittish towards these types. Survival. That's what it all boils down to. That and reproduction. But as humans, we've evolved. We've become accustomed to our mental accessories. When we sleep, we can dream. We can also dream while we're awake. Daydreams. We all have them. Maybe that's what defines us as being normal.

But me? I've never been "normal". Sure, I've had daydreams. I still do. Every day. Especially when I'm with her. She can bring a smile to my face no matter what kind of mood I'm in. God forbid, my dog could have just died, and she'd be there to cheer me up by saying something stupid to make me laugh. We've been together for the last year and a half. Things are going great. I honestly have never been happier. I've been working out too. But now that I'm working trying to save up money, I've realized how abnormal I actually was. In high school, I used to sit in the library during lunches and just read books. I never ate. I hated when people watched me eat. Despite the fact that they are shoveling food into their gullets at supersonic speed as well, I just reasoned (albeit illogically) that everyone would judge me. I wasn't very skinny. Or fit. During high school... I was more on the chubby side. Maybe that's why I thought they would judge me. But we all have to eat, don't we? Just like we all have to breath, right?

A lot of people have the same dreams as I do. To travel the world, to be passionate about something... She loves to draw. She loves to draw my face as well. It's so weird sometimes, we'd be watching a movie on the couch and she'd get up to grab her notepad and just start scribbling down lines on the paper. Next time I look, it's the outline of my face and she's drawing in the features while I watch her perplexed. Then she notices I'm paying attention, her face gets a little red, and then the cutest shit-eating grin starts to form across her face. She thinks it's hilarious. Usually I just shake my head in joking-disgust, but inside I think it's pretty funny too.

I can see in my daydreams,
Much clearer than I ever could awake.