Written by MadilynNoir

I've heard that clearing your mind and taking a stroll can help when your brain is scattered about. But, how can I clear it when nothing is right. What, I have been abandoned in a world where I'm the only one? Why did everyone else leave me? Wait...

Who is everyone else, exactly?

Um, there was this blonde haired dude and his friend, I think. And, a chick that had a brown bob cut. Yeah. But I thought I saw them in a dream. Wait, maybe I'm in a dream... Am I?

I slam my head against the door that doesn't have anyone answering on the other side. BAM! I probably shouldn't have done that. That's going to leave a major bruise. Well, I can't be dreaming because I feel pain, that's for certain. That aside, where did everyone go then? I am asking myself way too many questions. Maybe I should just walk through this door.

Desks, pencils, and a chalkboard are the first things I see. I guess this was supposed to be a school or something. I say "supposed" because everything looks untouched: brand new. Taking another step makes me feel like I'm disturbing the room. It seems so at peace. Oh well, I don't care. I look at the blank papers on top of one of the desks. I grab a pencil and decide to sit down and draw. There's nothing else better to do, so why not?

First I drew that cat I saw in my dream earlier. Then, I gave him a wife and children. Now that cat might not be so lonely. Hold on, what am I saying? The cat just came from my imagination! Now I'm sounding like a three year old who pretends something is there. Great. I look up from the feral cat family and see that it's dark outside. That's funny: I just got here. Well, I guess I woke up in the evening.

Maybe if I dream again, I'll end up with the people I remember; or the people I made up, either one. I feel like I've meet them in the past, but, maybe I'll meet them in the future. Maybe they're here. I don't care what that sign said: there's got to be somebody other than me here. I'll just sleep some more. I probably need the rest. Laying my head on a desk isn't exactly the best place to sleep, but at least it's someplace. Gently closing my eyes, I gradually drift off into slumber.