Normalities

Things had fallen back into the regular flow of things by the next couple hours. At first people had given me weird and sorrowed looks. Then they went back to ignoring me.

Three long weeks had passed, the same things happening everyday.

We ate, we had free time, we ate, we hunt, we bathe, we sleep.

I really started to want something more than these same patterns. I'd always accepted this was my life, but I wanted more.

I wanted a life of boring teen things on Earth. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted children. I wanted to be able to sit on my porch and watch my grandchildren play in the garden with a lover by my side.

I was lost in a daydream, unable to let sleep take over me. I dreamt of love, and happiness. Of spontaneous and disorder.

I dream of life.