Postman

Every day was the same: waking up trapped in the same routine, weighed down by those strange dreams that haunted you night after night, growing ever more unbearable. Until something changed. One night, without knowing exactly why, you began to sketch a plan on the walls that confined you. Crooked lines, unfinished words, escape routes drawn in desperation. You were going to run away… with him. And it wasn't until the faint light of dawn filtered through the window that you realized you hadn't slept at all. Then, the knock. Soft. Precise. Unmistakable. It was him. You went to the wooden door and opened it. His smile, warm and calm, lasted only an instant… before breaking when he saw what you had done to the walls. Without a word, he came in. He set the package aside, as if it no longer mattered, and moved forward slowly, observing each stroke with a disturbing mixture of fear and awe. You approached, hesitant. You told him about the plan. About the escape. About that urgent need to disappear. The discussion was brief, tense… almost inevitable. But in the end, he agreed. “Tonight… get ready.” Darkness fell faster than usual. Or maybe that’s how it felt. The wait became unbearable. Your eyes never left the window, following every shadow, every movement… until you finally saw him. The truck. You got out without thinking. The night air felt heavier than usual. You climbed in. You sat down. And then you noticed. He wasn’t moving. His hands were rigid on the steering wheel. His gaze, fixed on some invisible point. The engine remained silent. “I’m sorry…” His voice broke before he could finish. And everything broke with you. Before you could react, other hands grabbed you tightly, dragging you out of the truck. Voices. Orders. Noise. Chaos. In the distance, you barely heard his muffled sobs… And then, nothing. The darkness consumed you completely.