The dream ends and his eyes open. The pain in his head and his stomach make him regret the night before. As memories creep into his head, he finds reasons to lament each and every one of them. He asks himself why he did what he did and finds that there is no answer. He then applies the same thought process when he asks himself why he does what he does.
He gets out of bed and skips breakfast. The pain in his stomach infects his heart, and the poison in his head seeps into his mind. The day ahead is daunting, and the days behind are disheartening.
He thinks back to the dream he was having. All of his friends were there and they were all smiling. He wonders why the universe decided that he had to wake up and his anger grows. He gets into his car and thinks about all the places he wants to go. He wants to visit his true love and destroy his pure hatred but instead finds himself performing mind-numbing mediocrity. He returns home and waits for the dreams to take him away again.
"The plan was to drink until the pain over, but what's worse: the pain or the hangover?" --KW
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