She came to me in my dreams one night. A tiny little thing with big blue eyes and long flaxen hair. She looked like a real life Alice in Wonderland.
She plopped herself down haphazardly in the chair across from me. We were in a cafeteria. It reminded me of my highschool. She looked me straight in the eyes and blinked a couple of times before saying anything. She began to speak and then giggled.
“You know none of this is real, right?”
“What isn’t?” I asked, confused.
“This!” she nearly shouted as she threw her little arms above her head.
I looked at her puzzled and she frowned in frustration.
“What don’t you understand? All this stuff you worry about doesn’t really even matter. It’s absolutely absurd!” she laughed, eyes wide.
I continued to stare at her in half amusement, half disbelief. She was turning around in her chair– left and right, looking at everyone around us as if sizing up each person in the room. A man then walked by us, he looked like an authority figure (remember, this is just a dream). The little blonde held her hand up to him in the gesture of a high five. He smiled and met her hand with his own. She turned back around to me.
“See? It’s all absolutely ridiculous and the sooner your realize that, the happier you’ll be.”
It didn’t occur to me until after rubbing my sleepy eyes that morning that the little blonde was me. Me before I had ever worried about all of the things I do today. Me before I forgot that life is totally absurd.