❝ What is one to do, when their dreams are the sole cause of their despair? ❞
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The clouds made way for the sun as it rose and painted the sky in different hues of blue as its rays hit the roofs of the cheerful houses of Montreal. Birds tweeted melodies in their honey-like voices as men and women awoke from their slumber to get on with their chores for the day.
Amongst the many smaller houses was a mansion that could be easily spotted due to its monotonous nature. The house dripped from top to bottom in black – the favorite color of the resident of the place. Despite the melancholy tone of the exterior of the residence, the inside was polychromatic.
The sun’s first beam that peeked through a window, which belonged to the only room on the second floor, hit the face of a pale, dark-haired young man who seemed to be in his late twenties. His eye lids fluttered open and revealed his crystal blue orbs. The man kicked his blankets that hung towards the edge of the bed onto the floor as he yawned in his deep, husky voice. He hopped off his bed and stretched as he made his way downstairs in order to finish his morning chores.
About half an hour later, the man sat down at his oak dining table and shoved his maple syrup pancakes and cup of hot chocolate down his throat. His clothing screamed wealthy as he was draped in black head-to-toe; from his jacket and string tie to his leather dress shoe, all of it had been custom-made from luxury brands.
The man smirked as he glanced at his obsidian watch that was studded with diamonds, checking the time to make sure he was an entire hour early for his date. As he ran his long and slim fingers through his slick, gelled, side-parted hair, he wiped his face with a handkerchief and piled his utensils into a basin before heading out to his destination, which was a first class restaurant.
It took the man about forty-five minutes to arrive at the location before finding himself his reserved seat – away from the sea of people and facing the clear waves of the sea as they hit the shore and carried away tiny particles of sand along with them. He stared away at the view, lost in deep thought, when a woman taps him gently on his broad, muscular shoulders. He turns to see a lady of average height and looks like those of a beautifully crafted doll.
The woman batted her long eyelashes and flashed a smile, revealing her pearl white teeth as her rouge lips parted. She smelled of roses, which matched her outfit that was a peach-colored, ankle-length gown. She was bare faced and her brunette hair was tied into a neat little bun. She fiddled with a gold chain that hung on her neck as she sat cross-legged, the tips of her red ballerinas hitting the table by accident. At this, she lifted her left hand to her mouth and mouthed “oops” as she slightly bowed her head in apology. The man laughed this off and asked her to pay no attention and ordered their meal when a waitress appeared next to them and asked for their order.
A candescent light engulfed the scene and all that was visible was a blank space where absolutely no object existed. A man woke up and shook his head, his disheveled hair dripping with sweat as he panted and removed his clothes, which were also drenched. After he threw his clothes away and laid his body on his bed once more while sinking into the comfort of the mattress and enjoying the air-conditioning, he whispered to himself, “Well, that’s quite the life I’d like to live once I become rich,” and returned to sleep, a bit upset because of his reality, which conjured a bitter smile on his light-toned features as his pale eyes glistened and a tear slid down his cheek.
