Before...
I awoke that morning feeling drowsy. Reluctantly, I dragged the duvet off of me and stumbled out of bed, my mind still foggy with sleep. I walked to my bathroom over in the corner and found myself standing in front of a sink and mirror that reflected a dirtied image of me. I wiped away the dust from the mirror with my bare hand and onto the side of my shorts. I turned the tap on, but no luck. I kicked the pipes below the sink, which were rusting from age, and the water started flowing again. Great.
I cupped my hands together and formed a bowl, which I let sit under the water for a few seconds. Splashing the water on my face, I started to feel refreshed, so I turned the water off as I left the room. I walked over to the crowded, cluttered kitchen in the other corner and stared at it. I didn’t want to bother pushing everything to the side just to have to make food, so I opened the cupboard and grabbed a breakfast bar instead. That’d work.
I silently yawned as I went searching through my drawer for clothes to wear. After many minutes, I finally decided what to wear, and I put it on quickly.
I grabbed my tired-looking keys and a plastic bag that had a hole in it (much to my dismay), and I walked out of the front door. As I took a step into the outdoors, I felt the slight gusts of wind, and I savoured the familiarity of it. I looked over at the bike by the side. My bike. I had received it from someone who said they didn’t want it anymore since they were getting a new one. However, they couldn’t find anyone who wanted the bike and didn’t want to simply dispose of it, so they gave it to me.
I got on the bike, my hands resting on the handles and my feet on the pedals. I put more pressure on the pedal, and I began to move forward until I was passing by the trees and grass at a steadily increasing pace. In all honesty, the scenery was nothing new to me. I had lived here for a while now, yet every time I biked, it still felt like a new, exciting place to be. I still felt that rush of adrenaline pumping through my blood, brain, and heart, even though it had been 3 years. Despite the fact that I was so used to this route.
As I continued onward, I watched the world pass by me. People often took a glance at me as I flew past them and into the distance. I used to wonder what they thought when they saw me, but those questions echoing in my head eventually stopped. My legs kept forcing the two-wheeler to speed faster and faster, to the point where I thought I'd lose control of it. The speed was incredible, and I hoped the boost of happiness it gave never ended.
'I guess my wish didn't come true,' I thought as I went crashing down.
