I woke up in a clear glass box: a specimen being experimented. This thought may be disturbing but it was my life; I lived with it.
I was tasked to be with someone for a long period of time. Researchers wanted to see my interaction with the other one.
"What choice did I have?" I said to myself. I gave it a shot and followed.
He was tall and handsome, like a prince of your dreams. He's the kind of guy you see in your dreams. He was clearly enough.
A certain amount of time was given to us and we used it.
I interacted with him and he interacted with me. We played, talked, and wandered around. We both liked how the sky was blue and not red and how pizzas were round and not square. We liked many things. I began to enjoy and so did he. What didn't seem normal for me suddenly did. The days went on and we did so much things like fish and hike up a mountain. No matter how high or low we went we were together.
All of this felt like a habitat now. It is a niche. A day I wouldn't forget though is when we swam in a lake of bliss, baked cupcakes, roasted marshmallows, stargazed and sang each other lullabies. It was perfect. The whole world was since we both shared it; it was ours and only for us.
Til the next morning...
I was alone again. the experiment has ended. It didn't feel right... it did not feel normal. I walked the world alone til I reached the end. I hit a transparent glass wall. this glass blocked me... bumping me to reality.
At the other end, I saw a similar place like mine. Only with different people. It was another experiment being done. The only difference it had with mine was his presence... he was there and not here.
My significant other was with another, where he is said to truly belong.
The thing was, I was not jealous of his another. I was jealous of the wind that could cuddle and touch his skin, of the sun's rays that left pecks on his cheek, of the music that could whisper and tell him everything I wanted to. I was jealous of what he drank for it knew the taste of his smile. I was jealous of what he wore for it knew his scent which I greatly admired. I was jealous of the scenery he steps in for he saw it and it saw him - how sublime.
But what could I do? I told myself that I cannot stay like this - longing for him. Jealousy would suffocate me bit by bit til I am done.
"This is the part where I break free, cause I can't resist it no more."
I broke the glass, heard it shatter and sped off as fast as I could into the distance.
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