A SHORT HYPOTHETICAL STORY
feel free to stop reading right now.
“here’s your cup”
SUDDENLY. Conscious. Like you just woke up. you notice the semi-formal dress of a taco bell polo. classy as always.
your eyes meet with Terry. Terry’s hand holds out a foam cup filled with holes dripping out the devil juice, sierra mist. what the shit terry?? not what I ordered.
he whispers “mist opportunity”
bad joke Terry I am hella thirsty. but you take the cup. is it you or i? who tf knows. no has ever written in second person so i gave it a shot.
anyways you take the cup, committing your hands to filth. you immediately drop the cup onto the floor. too heavy.
the bathroom is near. you can smell it. YOUR hands. you must wash them. sierra pissed off at Terry.
doors swing open. A double door entrance??? who just let out a grunt?! why are there so many stalls?? like there’s at least 11. how big is this place??? where do the stairs lead?? why are so many old men grunting??
there’s no sink. just a hose.
I AWAKE AGAIN. shit that must’ve been a test. usually tests have multiple choices but that was like life, with infinite possibilities and innumerable pathways to explore.
wait i’m in a white void. Big bold letters spell out “yes or no?”
NO ANOTHER TEST.
i don’t give it the time of day and say maybe.
ANOTHER AWAKENING. not like the book. but more like inception. Leonardo DiCaprio is pissed off because my subconscious couldn’t sustain a dream for 30 seconds. he says that my subconscious rendered itself as a single denny’s. terribly overcrowded. and with no medical or dental for it’s waitresses. so they ~reasonably~ are upset. nobody can move. but pancakes are $2.
sounds like a dream….
my apologies
