||Hallucination||
@shesthelivingdead
Arden hadn’t slept for four days, it was far from a record for him but he was always prepared for mild hallucinations after day three. One of the perks of his life, he assumed. He found himself at the diner he frequently haunted when the only people to be found on the streets of New York were either drunk, or trying to get drunk. His head was spinning and his eyes burned from lack of sleep. He was aware he was hallucinating. He figured it out when the waitress at the diner poured his coffee, staring deadpan into his eyes as the cup overflowed. “It’s your fault,” she said. That’s what they always said. He blinked and his cup was filled perfectly, the waitress smiling.
Arden’s eyes flicked up to the only other person in the diner, a girl in a booth near him with dark brown eyes. Their eyes met and the girl’s expression changed suddenly, looking irritated. He blinked and the girl’s face was the same as it had been before… She must have been another hallucination, he reasoned. ‘Why wasn’t she blaming him then?’