Those loners sometimes walked to the convenience, but spending a lot of time if we bypassed all shops in search of the best price, and did not find such, come with empty hands or a packet of cigarettes. Occasionally there were noisy companies and the sound of roaring engines.
But in the dark, I usually looked at the life that was in the neighboring buildings. There I noticed workaholics, creative martyrs, responsible students, philosophers, and many others.
Everything was the same every day, except for the weather.
During that period spent in sleep, I liked one girl. She worked from home, probably as a web designer or Illustrator. She lived in the house opposite the mine, slept until lunch, and then went for a walk. A few hours later, I would come back and draw something on a graphic tablet in the square, and when the sun went down, I would pack my things and go home. She didn't sleep at night.
One day, at a late hour, inspiration came to her, and she painted the balcony window of her apartment. It was fun to follow her actions. At first, she could stare at one stroke for an hour, and then abruptly draw half the picture. What had she been thinking?
It took 216 hours, but I remember the last 24 best.
The weather was overcast. It was raining. Everyone carried umbrellas. Some used gray, others red, but most used black. And she went outside with a transparent one.
When students came from the EOPQ, a rainbow appeared in the sky. I wish I was the only one who saw her.
In the evening of this day, children did not play on the Playground and noisy companies did not wander around the courtyards.
She was coming back, but this time not, a man was approaching her.
A second later, he was standing behind her.
The knife came out. Drops of blood and rain. A look directed at me.
His look!
End of the dream.
07:04. My mother woke me up and said something, but I only heard the rain and saw It.
07:17. It's worse than I thought. I've never had a murder dream before. What has changed now?
07: 23. Why is he a murderer? Why His eyes? What does it mean?
07:31. I think this time I was just overexcited about the test.
Bye, Diary.
Day 12.
Hello, Diary.
Today is Thursday, November 17, 2068.
On the street +1, clear.
10:12. After returning home, we immediately went to the hospital.