No more than a dream

I heard them talking, joking, laughing just like we always used to do. I heard them shoot down each other and then pick on one poor guy unlucky to have drawn attention to him. I heard it all clearly, yet I was not with them. I stared at the darkness around me and wondered, “What? Are they here?” The laughter continued, loud, lively and non-stop. My eyes cracked open and I looked out the little window. I could still hear them laughing. “THEY ARE HERE?!?!?!?!?!?” I jumped out of my bed and walked out to the backyard where I could hear them…
There was no one there. I stood for a few seconds and wondered what was I feeling. Disappointment?…or was it some kind of joy at not having to face them again? I don’t know. All I know is, they won’t come for me. Not now…not ever.

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