[ WP ] A new antidepressant is launched . It does the job , but it radically changes who you are and what you like to do . People who take it like their new personality and who they 've become . Their ( former ) friends miss the original person .

You wake up when the sun is n't quite gone yet, unsure if it's morning or night. The clock is flashing, meaning the powers gone out. You leave your room and find that no one is home, and you do n't care. Zoning out you sit down, take another pill, stop caring whether its night or day. Your friends are a distant memory. People come and go from your house, say you look well, glad to see you, have a good one! All you really want is to sleep again, to be alone and to take your pill and fall asleep and dream. For ever. It's better than being awake. Your in control. No judgement. Perpetual curiosity and wonder pervade your dreaming hours. Being awake is becoming a nuisance, a boring ritual between dosages and naps. How much would it take to dream for ever? Is that what would happen? Does it really even matter? The last thing you remember before dreaming, for ever more, is sitting behind your house. Alone, in the twilight. Looking up at the clouds before going to lay down. Again.
