I went to see my eye doctor because I was having trouble seeing things clearly. I said to him, “Doctor, my eyes, tell me what is wrong. Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?”
He examined my eyes, asked me to read the eye chart. Then he said, “Your eyes seem fine to me.”
“Doctor you must help me if you can,” I said. “My eyes cannot see the sky or the evil and the good. I feel as though I’m wandering aimlessly through this world where people go just where they will.”
“Interesting,” my eye doctor said. “Tell me more.”
“I’ve been waiting to awaken from these horrible dreams,” I said, “and yet even though I can hear the cries of those people in my dreams, I’ve learned how not to cry. Please doctor, tell me what to do.”
The doctor took out a pad of paper, wrote something down, and handed it to me. I looked at it and asked, “What’s this?”
“It’s the name of a psychiatrist,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with your eyes, but you’ve got a serious case of mind-fuck.”
Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt.