Starting Reality
You stare blankly at the ceiling. Your tired body weighed heavy on your bed. How many nights has it been since you considered jumping from this reality? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? To break out of the monotony of this tiring life.
Work was the only constant as friends drifted apart. Colleagues moved on from the role while family members became more estranged. And here you are. Not changing. Not moving. Just going along with the flow of life, waiting for a miracle to happen.
You stretched out your hand, raising it high up. It would be so easy. So easy to leave this reality behind and go into a more fun one. But somewhere something was stopping you. The fear of leaving the comfortable mundane life for some unknown scary one was gigantic. And so you set yourself a limit.
On your calendar you wrote: ‘After two hundred consecutive nights, I will hop into a better reality.’ It was meant to act as a threat, to confirm and scare off that pesky possibility of running away to a new world.
Yet as you marked another cross on the date, you realized it had been two hundred long weary days. Nothing new happened. Nothing much has changed. And your motivation to improve in this reality has dwindled down to a stop.
You sighed as you lied in your bed. Your hands were feeling a little tingling from the excitement of change. Some revolutionary change to flip your whole world upside down. Sure, it won’t be as convenient or safe as this one. But it was worth a shot to cure your everlasting despair.
As you lay flat on your bed, you chanted out the spell to separate your body and your soul. You set your destination to a fantastical world, filled with magic and wonder. With each breath, you slowed your heart beat, relaxing your body. As your body relaxed, bit by bit, your soul lifted above it. Your soul’s appearance was exactly like your physical body.
Medium height, average guy with brown hair and panda eyes. A fair bit of muscles after going to the gym for a couple of months, while your face looked completely average. Or mid like the kids would say. Your soul felt so much lighter out of the body, like a feather compared to the heavy physical body.
You looked down at your peaceful body, wondering what would happen to it. The last time you hopped into another reality and came back, your body was in the middle of clubbing, trying to hook up with some girls. Guess other reality hoppers would use your body as a result. With one final look, you wished that the next reality hopper could enjoy his life better than he could.
Written by lim2357 on 27 October 2024
