[This was previously published on the Tumblr blog Pessimist Press]:
The Old Dream
The Old Dream
By
Doctor Pessimist
When
I was a little boy, I had this odd dream: I’m sitting in an armchair, and
watching some TV. As I get up, I notice something strange is happening to me; I
seem to be aging. When I arrive in my room, I have transformed into an old man.
I
lie down on my bed, and look around my bedroom. It’s completely different to
how I remember it. Instead of a bedroom owned by a child, it looks more like a
nursing home. Gone are my toys, my posters and even my childhood clothes.
I
sit up and take a good look on my nightstand. I see only pictures of myself and
my parents. There are no pictures of any children, or even a bride.
I
realise that my life has been one huge waste of time.
And
then I awoke from this dream, with tears running down my face.
Even
as I write this, I cry because there’s no one to carry out my legacy. After
all, because of my mutation, I am rendered infertile and am unable to have
kids.
The
plus side is that my mutation makes me age slower than other people.
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