The Mirror

By Israfel SIvad
from his short story collection, Notes from the Idle Mind

Don’t open your eyes. Because I want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and leave this harsh reality behind. I want the world to crumble so that something beautiful can steal a piece of my mind. If I try to forget, maybe serenity will catch me unaware, wrap me up in its embrace, and never let go.

I’m just tired.

Every night. Every night of my whole life, this melodrama plays its overtired tunes. Keep ...