That Day

It was nearly around 7:40 when I was walking my way home, from work. I was wearing my best coat. Why would I wear my best coat to work? I used to work in the... where did I used to work? Am I even employed? Was it my date? I think it was my date. I was walking through an alley when I saw it. Did I see it? No, it can’t be seen. So how did I come to know about its presence? I cannot explain what I experienced that day. That entity can’t be seen, felt or heard. That day I couldn’t sleep; I was terrified and I knew all the answers to the unasked questions. I know what reality is, I know the meaning of life and I can feel everything. I can feel electricity; I can feel happiness, sadness, anger, fear everything at the same time!
Am I going crazy? Do the people who see our reality go crazy? After that day I lost track of time. Am I alive? Am I dead? These are the questions I keep asking myself over and over and over again. That entity does not have a shape, does not have a color, but it does have an existence. I haven’t eaten anything after that day; I haven’t slept after that day. Maybe “that day” was today. I don’t know and I am very confused. Not my sanity, not my life, but the entire world changed after that day. And people do not notice it, because they are being tricked to think that this was the same world they saw yesterday. To them “that day” never existed.
Category:Beings
Category:Reality
Category:Micropasta