My dear friend

Sometimes, our dear friends offend us and we unconsciously begin to think...

This guy annoyed me. He offended me and made me feel bad. Oblivious of the dark shadow his actions cast over my feelings, he went about his own life feeling like a king. He'd gaze at me sometimes and when I mistakenly caught his gaze, I'll quickly look away.

   Then he had the nerve to look up at me and tell me one of those dry jokes. I already knew each and every one of these jokes, but I'll usually laugh at them- what love makes you do. Right now tho, I don't feel like laughing at anything. Not even a smile. My lips were pursed in the most forbidding manner. And he gave up, frustrated.

     I looked down at my waist and raised my shirt. I pulled out the gun underneath and held it to his head. I kissed his cheek and said "I love you,".  Before he could react, I pulled the trigger and at a loud report, his head was pumped full of lead as blood spattered everywhere -okay that was gory, sorry. He laid looking at me in disbelief as his eyes seemed to try to confirm if I really just shot him or not. Then he drew a final breath and...and....the reality of what I just did dawned on me. Suddenly, I felt frightened. 

       His gentle snore jerked me awake even as he nudged me sleepily. I sat up and quickly put on the lamp by the bedside and looked into his face as if to confirm something. There he lay, sleeping peacefully, like a baby. Like a baby, peacefully. His eyes were nothing like the cold stare I just imagined. Unaware of what just played out in my mind, he traveled deeper into dreamland. And I just killed him. I just killed him...The guilt of my mental murder overwhelmed me and suddenly I burst into tears. 

     As if on cue, he sprang awake like someone who had just been pricked with a pin. He looked at me and with the reflection of the lamp in his eyes, they shone brighter than the lamp itself and lit up his whole face. Anxiously, he asked tenderly ''What happened? Why are you crying? Tell me now". Lost for words, all I could mutter was " I'm sorry...."

Thankfully, he might never know what I just did to him in my mind.

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[Mifa]

Lol. Poor dude was killed in another man's dream and didn't even know it. We've all been there before though. Good one. Keep writing.