Wake Up!

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Another boring day.

I wake up from my bed, it seems that the cold is now gone completely.

I guess it was never anything to worry about.

Who would ever die of a cold anyways.

And well… yeah.

The weird dreams.

But they were nothing but dreams anyways.

I should just… forget about them.

But for some odd reason, they feel so real.

Haahh…

My father was right then?

I am suffering from some cases of schizophrenia.

Should I tell them?

No… I do not want them to worry about me.

After all, if it's all dreams and things that do not affect others, it shouldn't be a danger to them…

Today I gotta get to work.

Good thing the hours are flexible, I can get there at 1 pm simply fine.

I quickly take a shower and greet my parents as I have some quick breakfast.

"Take care dear," said my mother, as I left the house in a hurry.