dream w a l k e r

He casts his gaze over to a larger table and sees someone already standing there, seemingly focused on one of the figurines. Curious, he approaches and picks up one of the ones next to it.

“Who do these represent?” he asks, and judging by the vendor’s look it’s a stupid question.

It seems like there’s professional performers here, and he’s interested to watch. It’s been some time since he could stop running and his feet feel so heavy, but even the liveliness (and oh, everyone here seems so alive) of it all does nothing to quell his mounting anxiety, the hammering in his chest.

Eyes scan the crowd and he steps forward, one foot in front of the other -- slow, but not careful. He winces as he hears someone behind him and turns around, hands up.

“Ah, hello?”