As I opened my eyes, I felt some slight pain in my chest. My heart was beating fast, and the back of my shirt was wet with sweat. I lay on my bed, glum, from the very bad dream I just had. I looked for my smartphone on the nightstand and checked the time, it was 5:30 in the morning, just great. I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep again, so I stood up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, leaning forward with my hands on the edge of the counter. I looked at the man in front of me, he seemed distant, his eyes stared blankly into nowhere but itself. He seemed to be in deep thought. He was looking at me, probably wondering the same thing.
“Nightmare?” he asked. I remained silent.
“The same bad dream?” he pressed on, I didn’t reply.
“That’s been going on for a while now. You shouldn’t even be thinking about it anymore.” he told me. I looked down and let out a loud sigh. “You’re stronger than this.” he said.
“Am I?” I asked him with my head low. With how badly I felt, a little approval would be nice.
“Yes, you are.”
I sat down on the toilet with the seat up. I slumped and looked at the tiles on the wall in front of me, slowly tracing the lines with my eyes.
“Let it go, that dream of yours. You have to learn to accept things.” his voice echoed as he spoke.
“Well you’re not trying hard enough!” he almost shouted. I felt the pain on my chest again as I thought about my dream.
“You idiot.” he scolded. “What you feel now, it’s pointless. You’re going nowhere with it.” he said.
I’ve had enough of the scolding so I stood up and started walking out of the bathroom.
“Just try to forget.” he said as I walked past the mirror.
“I wish I could. I really do.” I whispered as I closed the door behind me.