11:11

“Make a wish” she said
I was too tired to think about anything concerning time. I really didn’t care. Superstitions weren’t my thing.
For her I did, from time to time: I thought about it, the thing I would wish for. My life was full of surprises, ones that I didn’t want to happen. Ones that I wish, did.
Why would a single minute change your whole life?
Time was passing by so slowly. I could see her eyes moving from side to side, waiting for me to accomplish the simple task.
But there was nothing I could do.
So much things had to change in my life (if it was up to me. To my wishes).
So, I decided to trust her this time.
Once. Twice.
Never.
People are envious. They don’t enjoy what life gives them.
I am envious.
Am I envious?
I thought of all the things I dreamt of. Guys that I wanted to befriend. Girls that I wanted to talk to. Things I wish I had. Living somewhere else… So much to ask for.
One wish.
Was the act of wishing used as a daily torture in an ancient civilization? They should’ve thought about it once at least! For me, the moment I stood there looking at her eyes and thinking of my wish was the awfulest.
And I chose.
“Give me…
11:12
more time to think about my wish.”
“So?” her eyes were motherly looking. As if there was a reason she had to be worried.
“Think.”
As you made me do
I went back to my room, each step being quieter than the last one.
Laying down on my difformed bed I heard a loud screech coming from the back of my right ear.
It was my alarm
10:59
“I was dreaming” my eyes were shut and I went back to my dream world, the only place where I believed in superstitions.
Dreams are supersitions after all.