Fine rays of sunlight lightly strike my opening eyes. I get up from my bed slowly, after all, it's Monday and the feeling of returning to the routine is not very exciting, at least in my case ... I take a few steps towards the window and look at the green and completely empty plains that They surround my home, it's a habit, I end up doing it every morning almost unconsciously. I go back to the corner of the bed and I slip on my slippers, I did not want to ... but unfortunately I need to start over, after all, not everything is as we would like, is not it?
This dream was not a change in my damn routine, but a part of it. Yes ... I've had this kind of dream thousands of times, about a year, and to be honest, I think that's what keeps me going. But you do hear something that has changed, I had the feeling that I finished the dream, for I came this time to a point that had never reached him. I do not know if this means I will not have the dream again, or was this just a new beginning? I must be crazy ... it must be from sleep.
I looked at the clock and saw an even more common situation in my day to day.
- Late...
As if I lacked sense of urgency, it took me almost ten minutes just to get out of bed. To dress me was somewhere around twenty.
Truth be told. Who says we have to go running with our breakfast in our mouths when we are late, full of emotions for a new day at work? Damn fiction that tries to shove us down those idiot fantasies. I'm just a normal man who, after realizing he's going to be late, just accepts it.
Aaron Kotaro, yes that's my name, in fact, the name may sound weird, but my mother was Japanese and my father was German. This unlikely junction created one of the most unpronounceable names possible. I'm not accustomed to writing my name in Japanese, but I know that when my surname is mistranslated to kanji, it has something to do with "Shining and victorious son", in fact, a name aberration. It's not about me, I'm not bright or victorious. On the contrary, I think if I had to choose two words to describe myself, they would be "Lonely" and "Lost", but I do not blame my parents, they did not know the trash that would Be today.
Since I did not have time to prepare anything sophisticated for breakfast, I ate a pack of noodles, washed my face and brushed my teeth, while brushing my teeth I looked at the old mirror above the lavatory and shaken my hair , I noticed that it had deep shadows under the eyes of the "Fascia das Marianas".
I sighed.
I still leave the house to put the belt to fasten my wide pants and to button the buttons of my white shirt. I do not know why I was so rushed, I'm already ten minutes late, it's not like I could go back in time and wake up half an hour early.
I took the car keys out of my pants pocket and slipped my suitcase into the back seat of the car. I stopped at the name in which I put the suitcase there and began to remember something, a happy memory that had the laughter of a child and a mother very happy and kind. Nowadays this memory gives me a certain anguish, because in this car already only serves for one of these children, now only there fits a miserable that surely nor this car should be proud to have it in the place of conductor.
I went on my way. To complicate my life more, a huge traffic and the red traffic lights blocking my passage with every passing minute, for a change. But it is nothing that commits me more, after all, it has already become a cycle so vicious that it no longer becomes annoying, it is simply my day-to-day.
I work in a Japanese restaurant as a cook in Florida called "Hikidashi", yes despite being half German, half Japanese I am not even close to any of the countries. A "friend", if I may call him that, offered me work when I was 18, I have been with him ever since. He was the only person who helped me after that incident that ended my life, I owe him a lot, maybe even my own life.
I'm not a big cook, but I think that's the only way to apply the recipes that my mother taught me, I think I can consider it a kind of apology and at the same time, thank you.
Finally it was in the parking area, delayed about 48 minutes, but obviously my day had only just begun, as I realized that only my car was in the parking area, for some reason I felt the restaurant would be closed. I hate my hunches.
There she was, the red wooden door with a black handle on which my hand was placed, I took some time to rationalize, because in a way, I did not want it to be true, but we can not change the inevitable is not it? A sign stuck at the door with a warning that was no longer surprising to me:
"Dear Customer, we are CLOSED due to the workers' strike, thank you."
- Strike ... shit ...
Even though I made a huge effort to get here, it was all in vain, but I can not change what happened, I think I've repeated this phrase all my life, my miserable life.
- Hey! Aaron!
This cry, the cry that always interrupted my deepest thoughts, as if it were a form of rescue, is not that I asked to be saved, but after all, he is the most annoying boy I have ever met, the owner of this Restaurant, "Hide Patel", English mother, Japanese father. It was in my childhood that I met him, through a very famous anime that we loved, as we were neighbors our parents were very close which facilitated our friendship. We saw that anime always together, I wonder if the sleeves of the work continue to be released. Maybe one day, I see that anime again.
- Aaron, as you always never hear anything at meetings, do you? Because of your lack of attention, you got up early today. Well since you have nothing to do, I have the key of the restaurant, why do you not come with me and drink something?
It was, and it is my custom, to sit in a meeting but inside, I am visiting places that I have not seen for a long time, sometimes imaginary places, I think if at the meeting they said that the business had failed and they had to close the doors Of this restaurant forever, I would not listen, and I would come back here just like today as if it were another day of work. There are things that just do not change, from my childhood about 7 years old, in that boring math class, rambling on the confines of the imaginary. In a world of sorcerers where the "boy who survived" and his friends fight against the forces of evil, or in a world of pirates where despite the couple being the protagonist, the "Parrot" always stole the scene with his movements of "Zui Quan ". Moments I just can not get out of my mind. I think I ended up rambling again, I realized that I was taking my answer, it was better to respond before he lost his patience, which was not enough.
- Okay, I'm actually on my feet.
Hide on strike days always comes to the restaurant to make sure everything is fine, I think this time it came earlier because in three days is the inspection of the place.
He placed his wrinkled fingers on the doorknob and pulled it to the left, opening the door very slowly, almost as if he knew someone inside was armed. Hope not.
As I was on the right side of the door as soon as it opened I quickly touched the light switch, I do not think I wanted to be overwhelmed by the darkness. I felt a faint scent of moisture, like the earth.
We sat down at a round, cold table that served as a back rest to my face, which, after unnecessary stress, became tense and sleepy. If before my eyes were the "Fascia das Marianas" they are now black holes.
- I'm going to have a drink and you? He looked at me suspiciously. - No, you do not have to say anything.
About three minutes later he arrives with two coffees and rests them on the table.
I sighed.
- A coffee with three sugar cubes just as you like. - He said laughing.
He had hit it again, I always drink a coffee every morning whenever I get to the restaurant before I start work, I feel that without it I will not have the energy for the day's work that I will have to endure. No wonder he knew I always put three sugar cubes, I love coffee, but I still find it bitter.
"But your missing something, your book?"
Shit…
- Which book? - I said, trying to make him stop talking about it and move on to another subject.
- You know, you always read a book, especially one morning like this, drinking your coffee with a dose of sugar.
One more time, Hide Patel, you were right, as you always were right, always bothering me like a fly that will not stop me from following me anywhere, after all, it was the same thing you did the day I said it I would go to Florida, you followed me as if you had no other dreams in your life, but instead of following them, you followed me to put me in your dream, so you do not lose both.
I sipped my coffee, bitter.
He was looking at me with a worried face, as he was telling me in my mind with all the conviction, "I knew."
-Hey, Aaron, tell me, why did you try to kill yourself?
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