Keyboard Glitch

Smallest electrons of water evaporating in the blink of an eye. Cold feet trembling in the desolate desert dying of an undying thirst for freedom. For which it has been longing for nearly 1 billion years. The relaxing breeze of wind slowly turning into a devastating dance of dangerous typhoon knocking the green wood of life stuck in the ground, which has been its home for more than a century.

The absolute light of the morning sun slowly completing its rotation while showering the world with the rain of hot air. Mountains upon mountains of mountains stacking together forming the pillar of destiny. Slowly turning into dust and turning into a tower of immense height. The eyes couldn't see. The heavens couldn't touch. The universe couldn't hold. And there I was holding my brain in my hands praying to the lord of darkight. Repenting for my sins. Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, all of them gathering around piercing me with their obscure stakes while laughing at me.

I heard brain is the part of the body that allows humans to feel. But it was all a lie, to fabricate the real truth and to seal away the potential for reaching peak human potential. The unbearable pain was tormenting every cell of my tiny body telling me that it was not enough, that I was worthless. To be honest I never had the delusion of being able to repent for all my sins. There were too many. Holding my leg forcefully dragging me down to the abyssal depths of hell.

Maybe lord Yama will be able to make me pay for my sins in full. Maybe I should let go, accept the eternal torment and drifting away in timestream never to be seen or heard ever again. Finally, I decided to let go. The dark abyss of hell seemed like the most comfortable place on Earth. No, in the whole universe. Slowly drowning in the sea of numbness I started to lose my consciousness bit by bit. All of my life seemed like a distant dream floating around outside the castle of love and sorrow, from which I couldn't get out. The feeling of being inside mother's womb embraced me putting me in a dream within a dream.

But suddenly something unexpected happened. In the eternal void of darkness that had nothing but endless emptiness, I could feel the touch of a heavenly bed where I could lose myself into. The tempting offer was impossible to resist. And after years of pain, I realised that it was my greatest mistake.

I fucking woke up. I absolutely despise my alarm. It's set to go off at 5 am although I'm supposed to wake up at 7. The reason behind is this feeling: I don't want to get out of this peaceful numb feeling of eternal slumbers. But those 20+ alarms each having 5 minutes gap between the next keep torturing my innocent soft ears. I hate this sound. I want to sleep again, but I cannot feel comfortable sleeping while this piece of shit goes on forever.

Eventually, I gave up and tried to wake up. First I put my left elbow on the bed to support the rest of my body and rolled leftward so the centrifugal force would make me be able to sit up. And that's what happened. I couldn't sit up just with my elbow so I had to do the same thing with my palm. After sitting up I blinked rapidly so the laziness would haze off. If you're wondering it worked or not, no it didn't. It's a useless tactic. I had to put my legs outside of the bed, on the floor and stand up to actually feel any kind of freshness. As soon as I could walk, I went to the basin to wash off the sleep from my weak face. Oh, wait did I gloss over the details about how I turned off the alarm before coming to the basin? Sorry.

So as soon as I woke up I went to the table on the opposite side of the room. The walk was painful. But I made it. Looking at that Mickey mouse-eared tin can of a circle Karmia gave me. I wanted mom and dad to disown her. But all the efforts are futile. We'll talk about her in another chapter so let's just put my middle fingertip on the turn off button and press it.

Now, where were we? Yes, the basin. I rotated the handle of the steel tap anti-clockwise and the small liquid droplets coming together and forming a tiny version of waterfalls in which I dripped my warm palms in enduring the cold harsh truth the water is hitting me with and gather some of it in the joint palm masquerading as a bowl. Knowing this will ruin the pleasure yet accepting it as a grown-up adult was my responsibility. Yet performing the heinous act was unbearable.

Finally, I'm properly awake.