After all, there is no one left...

That day I woke up in a bad mood. That night I dreamed of a huge creature of unknown origin, very similar to jelly. The creature simply swallowed him. Moreover, on the inside it looked completely different than it seemed from the outside. As soon as I hit it, I felt that there was no support from below. I was flying down, I could only guess how many more seconds, which seemed like hours to me, my flight would last. I was flying backwards, but I managed to turn over onto my stomach. Ahead I saw nothing but emptiness. At some point it seemed to me that a flash of lightning flashed somewhere in the distance, but soon it disappeared and the fall continued. There was no end to it. But I woke up. An unpleasant feeling settled in my chest again. For some reason, it seemed to me that today I would die again and would have to start a new cycle. It was incredibly offensive, especially in contrast to yesterday. Apparently the world was just giving me a break. Once again I felt like a lab rat. But the evil scientist who forced me to take part in this experiment still did not appear. The nasty worm of despair still did not disappear, so I decided to freshen up. Push-ups until your hands tremble, and then a cold shower cooling your heated body? Perfect. When I finished, I looked at my watch. Ten o’clock in the morning. I haven’t set an alarm lately, hoping to get as much sleep as possible. But perhaps today it would be useful to me. Maybe I wouldn’t have fallen for so long. But you can’t turn back time, at least not for me, so I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself. Before my supposed death, I wanted to eat something tasty, so I took out milk, eggs, flour, butter, salt and sugar and started making pancakes. After mixing the ingredients, I heated the frying pan and poured the dough into it. Fifteen minutes later there was a stack of fragrant pancakes in front of me. Of course, I didn’t do it as well as Katya, but I was pleased with the result. A picture appeared before my eyes: I, still not fully awake, walked into the kitchen and saw my wife standing at the stove making her signature pancakes. She liked to top them with cherry jam, so I looked for an analogue in the refrigerator — strawberry jam. In fact, everything turned out delicious. I even closed my eyes with pleasure. Of course, everything was overshadowed by the realization of imminent death. After breakfast, I decided to go to the park again and enjoy the fading nature. With a sad smile, looking at the bare earth and dull sky, I was surprised at myself. I used to think this landscape was beautiful. Now he was depressing. I returned home and tried to draw. But this no longer brought me pleasure. I tried to remember my daughter’s features and transfer them to paper, it seemed that I should like it, but there was emptiness in my soul. Of course, it could have been due to the anticipation of death, but I correlated the symptoms and realized that I had bipolar disorder. Well, okay. It may not carry over into the next cycle. Otherwise my life would be terrible. All the activities that I liked will become indifferent to me. I just sat down on the sofa and unconsciously turned on the TV. There was some psychologist talking about bipolar disorder. The world apparently already knows about my thoughts. “People with bipolar disorder experience alternating depressive and manic symptoms…” This is about me. “During a depressive episode, there is a decrease in mood or loss of interest in any activities for most of the day, almost every day…” Obviously. Well, my assumptions were confirmed. “Individuals with bipolar disorder are at high risk of suicide…” WOW. Well, this is definitely about me. I turned off the TV and burst out laughing. I suddenly wanted to do something, I felt an incredible surge of strength. Yeah, well, the manic episode has arrived. I took off, ran into my mini-weapon shop and grabbed a bat. Now I was ready to tear and throw. After a moment I realized that I had armed myself in time. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the living room, I caught my eye on a human-sized pink jelly. At first I was afraid, but the energy had not yet come out, so I rushed at the monster screaming. The blows rained down one after another, the creature trembled and wriggled, when suddenly I felt that my mood was worsening and I no longer had any desire to fight. The creature felt a surge of strength and pulled tentacles that came from nowhere towards me, entangled me and swallowed me up… I fell again in the darkness. But at one moment everything stopped. I woke up.