Lucid dreams, I don't want to wake up. (Story)

I woke up feeling the shadow of what I was, just one day that I had everything, seeing all my success under the lintel of the door, I began to think that I did not need more.

I had everything, comfort, luxury, health, but I lacked something else, real love, because whoever surrounded me was only interested in my economic and social position. I began to question the plastic form that my life was taking.

I went to work once more, felt my life empty, discovered that my husband was dating two people besides me, so he was leading a triple life.

For the moment I did nothing, there were no arguments or fights, no confrontations and I continued to act as if nothing was happening. I thought about what they would say about me, as I was plunged into a terrible depression.

I started acting like a robot, going to work, coming home, on weekends I would take my car and drive around aimlessly, as far as the cigar box would take me. When I finished smoking the last one I would return to what I called "the golden cage". I felt like I was being held in a worthless glass box. The truth was that I was caught up in my own thoughts.

I no longer knew how to escape from myself or what I was living through, I began to fantasize about a better life, a real love. In the end I realized that money is necessary but having love is vital.

Every day that passed was hard to bear, the silences on the pillow, the absence of his body in bed. I started having lucid dreams that I didn't want to wake up from.

I found a way to escape from myself and overcome the situation. We parted without fighting, without quarrels, without aggression, just one day he left and never came back. My life continued between work and home, between lucid dreams in my room.

I found myself in the paradox of a life, in which perhaps I needed to lose what I had, to realize how unhappy I was in life, that I really had nothing. A mirage of a love, a false family and a fatuous circle of interested parties.

Time has passed very slowly since then. Back at work I traded the cigars for books and chocolates, I lost my mind in all those stories, I wished to live one of them, where love was so deep and beautiful, blended and true that I had never lived.

One day I took one of my favorite books to work, I thought that after a long day at work, I would do something different, I would stop by the cafeteria and enjoy a delicious vanilla latte in the company of the readings, and so I did.

I saw someone watching me from across the bar. I proceeded to close the book and leave. As I walked through the door that person reached out to me and said these words: — Excuse me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I have been reading that book and I find it very interesting. I see that you like good reading, maybe we can share about these things. Do you accept? —

I didn't know what to say. I just nodded my head yes and left. I couldn't sleep that night thinking about him. He really was a very handsome man.

The next day I went back to the cafeteria, but he wasn't there, I felt ridiculous. Maybe it was another one of my lucid dreams. A few minutes later, some books fell on the table, when I looked up it was him... Since then, we sit down every afternoon to talk anywhere, to talk about the books we've read and our life, if these are lucid dreams, please don't wake me up, I don't want to wake up.