The Dream You're Not Supposed To Wake Up From
He had never made a habit of drinking heavily, but this was
Heaven. It didn't matter here. He didn't have to work in the morning,
and it's not like it would kill him. He already managed that
personally.
And besides, he needed a few too many drinks. He had
been a hard worker, right? He had been dedicated. He had only ever
had one goal; he wanted only to find the people who hadn't come to
find him. Whether that meant he was really looking for an 'identity,'
or a 'place to belong,' (or a higher personal value, a normal life,
the childhood he'd never had, ect, ect), Pierrot didn't care what
Freud had to say about his subconscious, he had always had the
solitary goal of finding his parents.
His life mission to become
the very best and attract their attention had failed though, having
become better than the best could have ever imagined, surpassing
every impossibility, but never stealing their hearts back.
But
really, how could any of that matter now? That life was over now. No
work tomorrow.