Zen

Date: 4/24/2020

I was sitting down at the bus stop. One of my old friends approaches me with her friend. She hugged me and I hugged her back awkwardly. It seemed like she was excited to see me and had a lot to say. She briefly mentions our past: “sorry I cut you off before but this is my friend, remember her? We kind of got in a fight earlier” She was talking really fast, kind of like an exaggerated version of how I used to talk. She goes on to tell me her stories but her voice seems like it’s in the background. I was upset with her but at the same time I was kind of calm. “So how have you been?” I asked her. Another old friend approaches me. She said hi and I also said hi. I was very short with her which made me feel bad. She didn’t look like how I expected. On social media she looked like the perfection we usually see, but in person she looked very natural yet still pretty. We all got to this location, which is a family friends apartment. I find myself slanting on the wall with the second old friend and I tell her I miss her, and that I hate being here in the city. She admits the same. I tell her we should go somewhere far. She asks “like a vacation?” And I said no, I mean for good. I get more socially comfortable in the apartment. And I try to show everyone my new yoga poses I achieved. However, I keep losing balance for one of them. When I’m halfway there, in a bridge, one of the girls in the apartment purposely knocks me off balance. I get a little mad and say “you can’t touch the zen”... After sometime, someone knocks on the door. We see him through a rectangular window in the door. He’s very tall and scrawny, maybe in his 30s. He yells from the outside that he needs to fix something. My family friend and I approach the door. She points at a sticker on the window, which probably says “do not disturb.” I smirk at him as I walk away, as I know he has nothing to fix with no tools in his hand. He knocks again and more heavily. My friend rolls her eyes. I say “call the cops now, he’s a robber.” She looks at me frantically and then cries out, “call the cops.” As someone is dialling, we are all scattered looking for a place to hide, but it was a small apartment and there was really no where to go. We hear glass shatter as the robber breaks the window of the door, which accompanies some screams. I run for the balcony. I remember the last thought I had was “maybe my purpose was to learn yoga” lol and then I wake up.