Once again, the blaring noise of an alarm clock shatters Seth's dreams. He flops an arm lazily across the bed to hit his alarm, quickly stopping the cacophony. Today was his birthday, but to the rest of the world it was simply a Tuesday. He regretfully leaves the comfort of his bed and begins the morning ritual of the working class. Strip, shower, dress, brush hair, brush teeth, and go to work. Most mornings he didn't have the time, patience, or motivation to shave or eat breakfast. Somewhere inbetween his ritualistic steps of “dress" and “brush hair" he reflected on how crazy life had become. “Isn't it funny," he thought to himself, “that the only way to survive is to work? But more than that, I have to survive to work. I go to work so that I can have gas money so that I can get to work." He sighed and continued to get ready.

After driving for forty minutes he sat down at a desk with a computer and a phone. The only piece of décor was an insurance license, printed on cheap paper and taped to the wall of his cubicle. For the next eight hours he took calls from people who were unhappy with their lives and the choices they had made. Each caller expected him to solve their problems like a magician.

His eight hour shift eventually came to an end. Another forty minute drive and he was home. As soon as he arrived home and locked his front door, he stripped down to his underwear, a perk of living alone. He reached into his freezer and pulled out a microwavable pot-pie. Seth enjoyed cooking, but loathed cleaning. Because of this his meals generally consisted of things that were frozen, canned, or pickled. He brought his meal to his couch where he streamed videos to his TV. There he was, laying with his head propped up by a pillow, until it was again time for him to retire to his bed. This is how Seth lived, each day as dull and lonely as the one before.

Before retiring to bed he pulled a pack of mini cupcakes out of his fridge. They had been discounted because they were old, but he figured that he could freeze them and take them to work as a snack. He pulled one out of the pack and inserted a thin candle in the center. He lit the wick, closed his eyes, and silently wished, “I wish there was more, that things would change. I wish I could change." He blew out the candle and sighed, knowing that his dream would never come true. He ate his cupcake and went to bed.

It is said that dreams can come true. More often than not, they don't. Beyond all odds, this dream just might become reality. Unknown to Seth, this night's sleep very well may be the last one that he will ever experience as a human.

There will be more to come. Please leave a comment of you liked this short and would like to see more. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Also let me know what you would like to see TF-wise for future chapters.