Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Unable to find your place in this strange world?
Surrounded by people you don't connect with, doing daily tasks that don't seem to fit you. Hell, even picking groceries and clothes based on what you think a "decent" human being would choose...
Living the life of an entirely different person, with no way to change it.
This is my reality since Father died. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for anything except a night spent lying on the couch with a bag of chips, watching TV... or week-long video game grinding sessions.
I wasn't paying attention when he tried to teach me how to pay taxes or how to run your own company. I didn't even notice when he became sick.
Suddenly, everything changed. It felt like I was being slapped in the face with reality. Sadness, grief, guilt — I went through all those phases, trying to accept the fact that he's gone forever.
But I never really did.
When I try to sleep, dark thoughts haunt me, showing me the worst moments of my life, revealing endless anxieties and my deepest fears. I tried counting sheep, but the only thing that really helps is a quick trip to the kitchen to grab something sweet from my fridge.
And so we live together in the harmony and balance of a regular schedule, me and my fridge. Every night I come to visit her to ease my worried mind and then I go back to sleep. Except for one night...
The night when my fridge came to me.