His muscles all tensed and he opened his mouth to scream, but the rushing air caught the sound in his throat and he stifled.
The last talentless man floating in the sea of the extraordinary.
Just drifting through his days like a dream with only short moments of clarity…
The vision of your future now a distant last dream sitting on the pile with all the others, right next to happily married, a good parent and a fulfilling job.
It was 7 am when his alarm started screaming, telling him he’d lain awake all night.
A half-remembered dream that’s slowly coming into clarity.
“Play with me.”