It didn’t mean anything, the dream.
At least, it shouldn’t have.
It was pointless to think about.
It was just laughter.
That’s all it was.
Cold, hard, bitter laughter.
The kind that rings in your ears and wakes you up at night.
And it did.
I soon woke to the pounding in my head from the alarm.
I was hoping the alarm was the source of the ringing in my ears.
But it wasn’t.
The ring stayed all day, and drove me mad.
Not because it hurt.
It was because he had no face.
The laughing man had no face.
All day I was trying to see if I could make out his entire face in my head.
But I could only get fragments.
An eye, a part of the nose, the tip of an eyebrow.
But then I met someone.
On the sidewalk I bumped into someone.
What I said to him I do not know.
All I know is that it made him laugh.
A bitter laugh.
And then finally the face was complete.