Tuesday, June 30, 2015

     I wake up with a massive migraine. Something's off; I can feel it. "Mom? Mom!" I shout from my room. She runs into the room with panic, "What's going on? Are you okay?" She says, nearly out of breath. As I look up at her, leaning over me, I see all these colors coming from her body. I rub my head. Something is terribly wrong. Why am I seeing things? "Uh, yeah.. sorry. I'm fine, I just have a migraine. Could you get me some medicine?"     I watch her walk away with all those weird colors following her, pink and yellow is what I see. When she arrives, the colors are gone. It must have been my migraine. Those stupid headaches I always get are making me see things now. I take the medicine and I'm back asleep within minutes.

     I wake up to my phone buzzing. A text from Audrey, my best friend since fourth grade, says "Come over!! I have something to tell you :D." So I put on some clothes and drive over to her house. As I'm driving, my headache begins to come back. And fast. My fingers are shaking as I pull my phone out of my back pocket and try to dial Audrey's number. "Something's come up." I whisper in pain. "Sam? What's wrong?!" She says, panic already in her voice. Here we go. "I'm not feeling well." I reply, but suddenly my head is pounding so hard all I hear is ringing. "Come get me, I need you here." my voice shakes.

     By the time she gets there, the headache is nearly gone. She has colors radiating from her: pink and yellow. How odd.

Monday, June 8, 2015

     Everyone greets me as they always do as I walk down the street, thinking about how this day will just be the same as every other day. Don't get me wrong-- I love my life! I have a decent-paying job, I have a place to stay that overlooks the Miami Beach, I have friends, and I have a family. What else could one ask for? Thing is, there's a whole lot of other things I could ask for, including difference. Difference? You may ask yourself. Well let me explain: walking down the same street every day to work and back, sitting at home half the day. My life has no meaning. And if there's one thing I could ask for in this life, it would be just that. As I walk down this long street on the way home from work, I decide to sit for a while and think. Think about life; about the meaning, and how I could possibly make it better and different. I sit down on a bench and begin watching the kids and the families on the beach. I sigh as I lay down on the hard bench, only to find something sitting on the bench beside me. A notebook. I open it and immediately know things will never be the same.