(This is based from two dreams I had recently. You can decide how crazy they are.)
It all started with a sugar glider. Actually, it started with a dream of a sugar glider. I was minding my own business on my way to the hospital. My best friend was having a necessary surgery, and I was the one to pick her up. She was busted, if you want to be utterly frank. Her parts weren’t working. It wasn’t as if she cared about them because she was always the type of person not to give a damn about this kind of stuff. If she stood next to a person with his arm ripped off and he didn’t ask for help, she’d glance at his pool of blood and walk away. She only helped you if you asked, and even if you asked for help, it didn’t mean she would spend a few minutes of her time with you. Often, she thought it was a waste. You could call her a nihilist in some ways, but since I popped into her life, she isn’t so boastful anymore. I’m hoping during her recovery, she isn’t so brutal with her words.
I learned a long time ago not to expect her to be aware of my needs. My other friends wonder why I stick around and why I keep her as a friend when she clearly is mentally absent when I need a shoulder to lean on. I thought about this, but concluded it wasn’t that big of a deal when you have nothing else going on in your life. I was a giver, not a taker so on that night when I locked eyes with this nocturnal marsupial, I couldn’t look away. His eyes were big, tempting me to come closer as if speaking to me. Actually, they might have been speaking because it came out sounding like one letter at a time.
I had made the decision to scoop him up and bring him home if he would let me, but the longer I studied his face, the more it blended into the face of someone I recognized from my past. A past boyfriend? My crush in high school? Was my mind playing tricks on me now? I wasn’t certain because this seemed like a dream, and people aren’t supposed to have dream when they are awake. I turned away from him, not sure why, and when I turned back he was even closer. He walked onto my hands when I put them out, staring at me with his black eyes.
My watch chimed. He jumped. It was two o’clock and my friend was ready to be out of surgery soon. I decided my sturdy legs were good enough to run the rest of the way. I cupped him in my hands and hurried to the nearest window when he clawed at my palms. He turned his head to a bigger window a little further down. I went to that window, hoping people wouldn’t think I was crazy, and lifted him to the top. Good thing I had parents who were tall. Hesitant to let him go, I did. He could’ve been laughing all the way down, and when it was done he had the biggest grin on his face although it might have been my imagination. Standing on his hind feet, I told him my friend was expecting me.
He turned and scrambled his way up the brick wall. I watched him slide down until he contorted and landed on the ledge. He had that goofy smile again. He scrambled his way up again and slid down but faster this time. This sugar glider was a user. It warranted a disapproving look. His face blended into a dark circle and begged me to come back tomorrow. I was never one to question the oddities in life, but this one remained with me as I opened the hospital door.