The Window to the Right by Danya Elmalik (unputdownable books txt) 📕

I am lost in empty daze assuming so many roles, characters that never were and never will be. My absent mind lingers in dreams that wouldn’t have crossed it had it not been for the compartment’s irritating monotone. I find meaning where I shouldn’t: in a long, dull, morning daze.

In the seat beside me sleeps an eerie passenger, chin and somehow filtrum smeared in drool, blaring several pieces of horribly composed nasal sounds. Of course, these notes I’d taken the moment I glanced its way. I’d then incessantly begin to form a personal hymn, hoping to achieve a single impossible success. Unfortunately, and obviously, it was all in vain. The unwelcome concerto followed through.

So here I am, on a boring return voyage, with nothing to look forward to and nothing to do. For only a fraction of a second, I consider including the elder’s state in an attempt at joy. I then apologized. Well, there isn’t exactly a peaceful not to mention conventional way to explain how innocently senseless my motives are. Filled with shame at the mere concept of my possibilities, I look away, my horribly gaunt cheeks captured by beams of scarlet. I huff in exasperation, silently soothing my face. The vanity that follows victory still manages to get to my head and I grin at myself in pathetic pride. I decide to dismiss any such thoughts from my overly inviting mind and further indulge in lucid consciousness.

I am now an incredibly successful lawyer, solving every case with a bang, I am happily wed to a handsome, modestly wealthy young man who shares many of my critical views and is rather supportive. Every morning, I venture into a splendid bathroom and lose myself to a beautiful picture on the wall. I am irresistibly gorgeous. I am stunning. I am not myself…

Publication Date: 10-01-2014

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