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  • Essay / A Dreamer's Amnesia - 1384

    The supermarket was an interesting sight to see, although not many people would stop to stare at a supermarket, it still had its unique charm. From the outside it looked like an average supermarket that you might see while driving, but once you went inside it was like the walls had collapsed and you had entered a new world . With a minimum of thirty islands, it was packed with everything you could want. From vegetables to hygiene, from mechanical equipment to video games, from toothpicks to wooden boards, it was easy to get lost more than once in the store. Gavin found himself lost at least five times during his journey to find what he needed. , passing lane after lane filled to the brim with overpriced objects. Even though it was the store where he usually shopped, the people who ran the place decided to play hide and seek with their customers, moving the vegetables to the far right wall and replacing the empty space by cereals. Something very annoying if a person was in a hurry. Gavin shook his head and looked down at his basket. He had two gallons of milk, some spices for cooking, toothpaste, and a box of sleeping pills for those nights that needed them. No longer did anything come in simple pill form, the technology boom insisted that injections into the bloodstream with a variety of “natural” chemicals could cure any type of illness. Faster relief, quicker time between feeling drugged and feeling great. “That’s all. He said and turned back in the direction he was heading and towards the front self-checkouts. With every step on the faux wooden floor, which surprisingly did justice to the real wood, Gavin rounded a corner and narrowly missed hitting someone in the middle of a paper......if we connected with Soon ? I'd like to catch up a little more. He said hesitantly and waited for a response. Callie stood up, being almost as tall as him, and looked into his eyes with a slight playful look. “Don’t give yourself away. It looked like I would scold you for asking something like that. Yes, I would like to catch up a little more. Maybe the day after tomorrow? she asked. " Of course. I live right next to the memorial park, so maybe near the southwest entrance? She said waving him off, watching him turn and walk towards the highway and turn left. Who would have thought that someone you ran over with your bike could be someone as important to your story as yourself. Hope and happiness began to arise and swell in Gavin's mind. A smile suddenly broke out on his face as he walked up the stairs and towards his apartment door..