NeuroticNobody

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIK!” Wide chocolate brown eyes slipped into view as Malik clawed the duvet and blankets off in a post-nightmare panic and panted, lungs searing and chest heaving. It took seconds of affirmation that it was indeed his room and not some dilapidated Middle Eastern ruins where he had seen his dream-self bleed out into the dust and only then did his heart start to slow. His older brother Kadar stared at him, chef’s hat set at a jaunty angle on his head and a cherry apron proclaiming ‘Kiss the Chef’ tied around his front. Malik had to blink at the surreal situation. “What?” the younger bru