He sat there on his chair facing the desk, precariously searching for something in it. And while he was fiddling in the last drawer he found what he was looking for, a book. He took it out, cleared his table and laid it directly in front of him. He started to take deep breathes to calm himself down, his hands shaky from the ruckus he caused. It took him a couple of minutes until he could focus again.
He once again opened the top drawer of his desk and brought out a blue color ball pen. He started off scribbling so fast as if pouring his thoughts out…I looked at him utterly amazed, I don’t know what happened, but I knew that what had happened was bizarre enough to the extent of inexplicability. It all felt so normal, normal as every other day, I was just about to wake up, and as I opened my eyes I was already abruptly walking down a familiar street. I stood still trying to digest what was happening to me. The weather hot, it felt as if it shone was directly on me, it was also dry, dry as my mouth was. I knew that the sun had something personal against me, the way it shone, I knew it.
There was no one around, the road was busy with traffic but there were no one in their cars. It was as if everyone else was invisible, I clasped my head with both hands, trying to calm and come up with an explanation to what I was witnessing. Again, after a couple of minutes of trying, I gave up. Nothing I experienced before can explain what I was going through. I decided to just move forward. I took off my shirt and tied it on to my head, to protect it from the evil, ever so glaring sun.
Soon the tar covered street was a place I no longer recognized and as I continued the tar road now replaced by a muddy road, a dried up muddy road. It felt like I was on a desert, though I’ve never been to one before. As aimless as I was I wanted to keep on walking in hope that I would exit this…realm. As I was walking I noticed something changing; it wasn’t as hot as it used to be. I felt a great amount of relief for a brief moment. I could see the sun going down and was covered by the clouds in the sky. The weather almost instantaneously started to change before me and just like that from hell hot it turned to a malicious cold.
I was now, not thinking but a walking and cursing being, I cursed at everything including and especially myself. It was snowing; I stood there with my head looking upwards not believing what was happening. The day turned to night and the familiar scene of a Disney movie when it was Christmas was reliving in front of me, only without the merry sounds of bells or music or anything merry about it. It was pitch black, except for the now brightly lit moon.
I knew I couldn’t and that my body couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t used to this type of weather. I knew that if I was exposed longer, I would turn into an ice sculpture. Amidst the pitch black surroundings, I now almost crawling managed to locate a place I thought would be a suitable place for refuge. It was sloping down; I climbed down carefully the huge rough walls. When I reached down, my hand was caressing the rough walls as I walked by it I found a hole in it, it was like a tiny tunnel or something and fortunately big enough for me to fit in. I went deeper in until I felt that I shouldn’t go any further.
I checked my pockets for some thing and if possible a light, though I don’t smoke and never carried a lighter before.
I could’ve sworn that that was the worst I ever felt. The chills getting into every bone in me and in to my head, I curled up, trying to get some warmth. My head was pounding, I tried to get myself in control but I was too weak. Everything that’s happening is just some sort of sick dream. It was so surreal and so intense that it was all primarily about me. I hadn’t had the slightest flash of my family or friends. My thoughts were in the present, dwelling in the obstacle before me. I laid there shaking so severely, getting weaker by the second.
I closed my eyes really hard trying to escape from this dread-ness but there was no difference in closing my eyes or keeping it open. It was the same tone of darkness everywhere. My head paused, my nerves thumping; I didn’t know what to think of or to focus on it was just static but with a helpless feeling that only made me feeling worse. I gave up; there was no more fight in me. I laid there just waiting for something to happen. In what seemed like years of torment. I sat down resting my back at the wall behind me. It was revolting, the sheer emptiness. At that time I felt tiny and it was as if an icy giant hand was clenching my whole physical body, but just not hard enough to let me go.
I woke up, feeling paranoid and with an extreme feeling of cautiousness overwhelming me. I took courage to very slowly open my eyes and as I did that everything around me appeared normal once again. After what happened before, nothing could shock me. The pain I felt physically was all gone now. I crawled out from the hole and was now standing at the ground of what appeared to be a huge sewer system.
It was dark, not too warm neither too cold, just the way I liked it. As I climbed out of my refuge I realized that all was still as quiet as it was before. I continued walking; I had to drag my legs to keep on moving. I could sense that I was nearing somewhere familiar. Suddenly there was someone walking towards me, a woman. I was relieved to see someone living once again and hoping that this would be an end to my living nightmare. She had a wooden stick in her hand and as she was around 10 feet from me she threw the stick at me and with great arrow like precision and directly hit my head. Blood was gushing out from my head now. She was no longer there. I took off my shirt once again and covered my head with it.
Finally I reached a path that I recognized; I was never so happy and relieved. I fasten my haste despite my weariness. I reached home, walked towards my room and as soon as I set foot on my room. A gush of rejoice enveloped me, I landed on my bed feeling better than ever. I closed my eyes, appreciating the comfort. I noticed something moving and was making some clattering noise. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid of what I might see this time. With the corner of my eye, I saw a man sitting on my chair and going through my table in haste…
He once again opened the top drawer of his desk and brought out a blue color ball pen. He started off scribbling so fast as if pouring his thoughts out…I looked at him utterly amazed, I don’t know what happened, but I knew that what had happened was bizarre enough to the extent of inexplicability. It all felt so normal, normal as every other day, I was just about to wake up, and as I opened my eyes I was already abruptly walking down a familiar street. I stood still trying to digest what was happening to me. The weather hot, it felt as if it shone was directly on me, it was also dry, dry as my mouth was. I knew that the sun had something personal against me, the way it shone, I knew it.
There was no one around, the road was busy with traffic but there were no one in their cars. It was as if everyone else was invisible, I clasped my head with both hands, trying to calm and come up with an explanation to what I was witnessing. Again, after a couple of minutes of trying, I gave up. Nothing I experienced before can explain what I was going through. I decided to just move forward. I took off my shirt and tied it on to my head, to protect it from the evil, ever so glaring sun.
Soon the tar covered street was a place I no longer recognized and as I continued the tar road now replaced by a muddy road, a dried up muddy road. It felt like I was on a desert, though I’ve never been to one before. As aimless as I was I wanted to keep on walking in hope that I would exit this…realm. As I was walking I noticed something changing; it wasn’t as hot as it used to be. I felt a great amount of relief for a brief moment. I could see the sun going down and was covered by the clouds in the sky. The weather almost instantaneously started to change before me and just like that from hell hot it turned to a malicious cold.
I was now, not thinking but a walking and cursing being, I cursed at everything including and especially myself. It was snowing; I stood there with my head looking upwards not believing what was happening. The day turned to night and the familiar scene of a Disney movie when it was Christmas was reliving in front of me, only without the merry sounds of bells or music or anything merry about it. It was pitch black, except for the now brightly lit moon.
I knew I couldn’t and that my body couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t used to this type of weather. I knew that if I was exposed longer, I would turn into an ice sculpture. Amidst the pitch black surroundings, I now almost crawling managed to locate a place I thought would be a suitable place for refuge. It was sloping down; I climbed down carefully the huge rough walls. When I reached down, my hand was caressing the rough walls as I walked by it I found a hole in it, it was like a tiny tunnel or something and fortunately big enough for me to fit in. I went deeper in until I felt that I shouldn’t go any further.
I checked my pockets for some thing and if possible a light, though I don’t smoke and never carried a lighter before.
I could’ve sworn that that was the worst I ever felt. The chills getting into every bone in me and in to my head, I curled up, trying to get some warmth. My head was pounding, I tried to get myself in control but I was too weak. Everything that’s happening is just some sort of sick dream. It was so surreal and so intense that it was all primarily about me. I hadn’t had the slightest flash of my family or friends. My thoughts were in the present, dwelling in the obstacle before me. I laid there shaking so severely, getting weaker by the second.
I closed my eyes really hard trying to escape from this dread-ness but there was no difference in closing my eyes or keeping it open. It was the same tone of darkness everywhere. My head paused, my nerves thumping; I didn’t know what to think of or to focus on it was just static but with a helpless feeling that only made me feeling worse. I gave up; there was no more fight in me. I laid there just waiting for something to happen. In what seemed like years of torment. I sat down resting my back at the wall behind me. It was revolting, the sheer emptiness. At that time I felt tiny and it was as if an icy giant hand was clenching my whole physical body, but just not hard enough to let me go.
I woke up, feeling paranoid and with an extreme feeling of cautiousness overwhelming me. I took courage to very slowly open my eyes and as I did that everything around me appeared normal once again. After what happened before, nothing could shock me. The pain I felt physically was all gone now. I crawled out from the hole and was now standing at the ground of what appeared to be a huge sewer system.
It was dark, not too warm neither too cold, just the way I liked it. As I climbed out of my refuge I realized that all was still as quiet as it was before. I continued walking; I had to drag my legs to keep on moving. I could sense that I was nearing somewhere familiar. Suddenly there was someone walking towards me, a woman. I was relieved to see someone living once again and hoping that this would be an end to my living nightmare. She had a wooden stick in her hand and as she was around 10 feet from me she threw the stick at me and with great arrow like precision and directly hit my head. Blood was gushing out from my head now. She was no longer there. I took off my shirt once again and covered my head with it.
Finally I reached a path that I recognized; I was never so happy and relieved. I fasten my haste despite my weariness. I reached home, walked towards my room and as soon as I set foot on my room. A gush of rejoice enveloped me, I landed on my bed feeling better than ever. I closed my eyes, appreciating the comfort. I noticed something moving and was making some clattering noise. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid of what I might see this time. With the corner of my eye, I saw a man sitting on my chair and going through my table in haste…
