Sleepwalker - Part 3. Butterflies

I do not regularly check if someone has seen these, right now I'm posting the third one. Although I'm not very satisfied with this story anymore, I feel I need to post the whole thing.

Part 3. Butterflies

If you see a butterfly it means there’s something important going to happen. There are maybe a million butterflies surrounding me, can someone tell me what is going to happen? There are too many butterflies, I cannot see anything else. Therefore I must be asleep.

If you see a butterfly it means that something important is going to happen. Or that it is a beautiful day and there are flowers for them to feed on. As I’m wandering trough the park I can see several of them feasting on the abundance of flowers all around me. Is something important going to happen? Where did I get the idea that butterflies have anything to do with that? Was it in a dream?

Across the water, under the shadow of a tree, someone was looking at me. I couldn’t see a face, nor if it was a male or female. Is this a dream? Should I start the chase?

TO BE CONTINUED

Sleepwalker - Part 2. The Job

This is a very short one, but it was all there was to say. I'm currently using a system in which I post the next part as soon as the previous part gets one view. As a result, it may take me a very long time to eventually post the whole thing.

Part 2. The Job 

When I work, I am never in doubt. When I work time passes slow. Therefore I must be awake.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sleepwalker - Part 1. The Chase

Het is heel lang geleden dat ik hier geschreven heb, maar ik ben begonnen met iets wat ik wil delen, als het überhaupt gelezen wordt. Ik schrijf voor het eerst een verhaal in het Engels, dus dat is ook weer een nieuwe uitdaging.

It has been a long time since I've written anything on here, but I started something I would like to share, if there is even anyone reading this. This is the first time I'm writing a story in English, so this is a bit of a challenge to me.


Part 1. The Chase

I was following someone, I couldn’t see a face, nor if it was a male or female. It was merely a figure walking amongst a crowd of people, but not with them, not really. Still I knew which of them I followed and that I had to, my life depended on it. On the high buildings overhead hung enormous billboards, I do not recall being able to read what was on them. I do not recall my own reflection in the windows. Therefore I concluded this must have been a dream.

I woke up, I drank my morning coffee and got on my way to work. Walking amongst a crowd of people, but not with them. We were all going our own way, the billboards overhead were promoting new movies and drinks for losing weight. My reflection was staring back at me from the window, slightly worn off by a lack of sleep. Therefore I concluded I was awake.
Was I following someone? Was I chasing a figure that I had never seen before? I didn’t know, I was simply making my to work.


TO BE CONTINUED