Drawer

I don't like the drawer. I know people normally don't mind them, but this is a bit too much, isn't it? Where I'm from in Mexico (sorry for bad English) we didn't have them like this. It is always closed and sometimes even gets stuck. It's pointless, but it is always taunting me from how dirty it is. I'm not gonna clean it though, no way. I don't like it that much, specially since it enjoys giving me all these sketches of me sleeping.

Amusing tale of an amusement park

I went to an amusement park today. My friends like rollercoasters, they had a weekend to spare and, well, you know the whole deal. However, I must confess that I am absolutely terrified of those things. Let’s just say rolling around in an open metal car at dangerously high speeds with just momentum to keep you on track isn’t my activity of choice on a Saturday.

In any case, we just went there and they left to ride some rollercoasters after I feigned drowsiness. After walking around for a bit, aimlessly, I remembered that there was one thing I did enjoy when I used to come to amusement parks: the hall of mirrors. All of the reflections, the feeling of disconnection, the glance into infinity and beyond, the realization of smallness cosmically. All of these things really captivated me more than those torture wagons.

As such, I headed to the hall of mirrors, excited to have some time to just exist without being constantly judged for being alone doing nothing in an amusement park. I walked into the hall, glad of the lack of queue. I guess this wasn’t as popular as the other, more action-based rides. It was even better than I expected. The light beams, glistening in the dark, reflecting in impossible angles to infinity and back. The infinite me’s that followed my every move, just as happy and excited as me to be there. I got totally lost in a thoughtful and sensory experience.
After what felt like eons, I decided to leave and gather with my friends again, they’d surely have some stories about puking and going fast to share. I made my way to the exit and then is when it happened.

I felt a pair of arms hastily grab me from behind, with strength that caught me by surprise. These arms pulled back and I could just stare forwards, frozen, as my body was quickly pulled back. I felt a cold liquid flowing through me but it was already too late when I saw what had happened.

I had been pulled into a mirror.

One of the infinite me’s was grinning at me, uttering sighs of relief. I futilely banged at the once again solid glass that separated this space from my own, but I could only watch myself, waving goodbye; myself, showing obvious excitement over this; myself, storming out of the hall. However, I can only imagine myself, meeting up with my friends; myself, going back to my house; myself, taking my life over.

As these thoughts are crossing my mind, I wonder what will be of me, of the true me, if such a thing even exists.

Lost and found

Last Saturday I was at the bar with some friends partying, as you do. It was only when I woke up the morning after that I realized I had lost my phone. I scrambled all throughout the apartment, called everyone and didn't leave any stones unturned looking for it. When the harsh truth finally hit me, I resigned to having to spend another few hundred bucks for a new one.

I swear phones are now part of our vital functions because those few days left me feeling the most crippled I've ever been. When I finally put together the money and bought a new one, it was as if the gates of heaven had reopened and all the angels were singing an ambrosial tune.

As I resumed my normal life as a millennial, I had to look for friends and family to give them my new number. As I talked to Stan, he pointed out to me that he thought I had found my phone, since he had received a call from me earlier that day. This seemed odd, but as it was Saturday, I didn't know if the hangover was speaking for him. As I talked to more of my previous contacts, they all said something similar: that I had called them at some point after losing my phone. They all said it sounded like me, thus them thinking I had found my phone.

After the painful and confusing process of giving most of my contacts my new number, I sat home, still bewildered by everyone's comments. That was when my phone rang.

I picked up and a very familiar "hello" flooded the speaker. It... It sounded just like me. I asked him about the whole thing, but he was just as confused as I was. We had both seemingly lost our phones, but he said he had found him at a bar he frequented. And there was my phone, in the clutches of a me-sounding person I had never met.

We have decided to meet up at that same bar tomorrow so I can get back my missing contacts, but mostly so we can talk and figure what is going on together. I guess I should sleep now, busy day tomorrow.

[This document was found in D*** S*****'s computer after him and D*** S***** both disappeared without trace. This document is confidential and only those assigned to the investigation of said case are allowed access to it]

Snow rabbits

It was a cold and lazy morning of late December, but my friend and I decided to play with this rare occasion of snow. Outside, it was a white expanse like none other we had ever seen, spanning over the horizon. We had so many snowballs we wanted to toss, so many snowmen we wanted to construct. Thus, we quickly sprung into action. 

I begun with a small project as a warmup: a snow rabbit. These are traditional snow constructs in Japan, using leaves as ears and red berries as eyes. I had always found these cute, I thought as a carefully molded it's body and gave it the senses of hearing and sight.

When I was done, I admired my creation and looked for my friend to show it off. He seemingly had had the same idea, as he was walking with another snow rabbit within his puffy coat embrace. It had the cutest and roundest body, some really nice proportioned leaves for its ears and some nicely sized black berries for its eyes. I was really jealous, his looked so much better. Then I thought, wait.... how did he give the rabbit black eyes? No such plants could have survived the harsh winter but for the everlasting holly, which spawned distinctive red berries.

I asked him where he found them, but he just replied "somewhere". Sighing at his answer, we returned home, making plans tasting of hot cocoa and gingerbread genocide next to the fireplace. We left our snow rabbits at the porch, as if they were an old retired couple awaiting their demise, and went inside.

When we got up the next morning, we found the cold white expanse greeting us like an old friend, while our rabbits were waiting for their eventual demise. Our rabbits were staring at their shadows, making the whole scene that much more depressing. It also seemed somewhat bigger, surprising since no snow had been predicted for that night on the TV.

Some days passed by uneventfully, until it was time to open the presents delivered by the jolly old red bulky man we know as Santa. That morning, we sprung from bed like pieces of bread from the toaster and sprinted towards the tree. We quickly started tearing through paper, making our way to the loot. 

While we were ravaging, my parents were looking outside, somewhat concerned. I got up and asked what was wrong, piece of paper wrapping on head and box in hand. They said the snow level had risen over the earlier few days, which was true, it was then eating away at our porch, engulfing it completely in some parts. My snow rabbit had a snow layer to accompany it on the floor, while my friend's rabbit was nowhere to be seen. This seemed odd, but it could have been blown away by the blizzard.

Over the next few hours, the blizzard intensified and quickly raised the snow level like some kind of biblical flood. We stayed inside, like my parents said, and I watched my snow rabbit quickly get a freezing mausoleum get built around it.

It didn't take that long until existing the house wasn't as much of a bad idea as it was an impossibility. Nothing was left to do then, we just watched as the snow slowly expanded the mausoleum to the whole house. The last bit of TV signal we caught promised clear skies all over the country, advising to "take a light coat".

So now, as the snow builds up and we have no ark to save us from it, I put these thoughts in order, really wishing my friend hadn't, in that unfaithful day, found those "unholly" berries.

Expertise

I have watched enough horror movies. I have watched enough horror movies to know to stay away from the rattling closet, to look away from the mirrors, to not let curiosity get the best of me. I have watched enough horror movies to be able to carefully plan my exit, bringing excess supplies and a dynamo-powered flashlight. However, as their shadows elongate and project over the space I'm standing in, I realize they have also watched enough horror movies.