Like every winter night, the cold had settled into my room before I could get even call it a day. I stood on my balcony for 15 minutes watching the lights in the landscape fade into the darkness. "The world is coming for me. All of this illusion is a trick to get the better of me. Nooo!" I shrieked in my head and rushed into my room in an unsteady gait.
My legs haplessly lifted themselves, before banging against the bed. My feet oscillated in a left-right-right-left-left-left-right pattern, as I desperately tried to get a grasp of the situation. It almost felt like my body was attempting to gravitate away from the force that kept pulling me down. Following the intense struggle, my body flat for a half-a-minute or so, as the sound of my gasps kept reverberating in the room. My hands, one tightly clutched onto the cushion my head lay on, and the other running through the sweat beads on my forehead and scalp. With one eye pushed into the cushion, my other eye, which winked more than it saw, kept trying to see if the only possibility my brain could perceive at the time had changed my anything in my surroundings.
Straight out of the door, on the right, lay a packet I was trying to reach out for.
Although I was just a few feet away from what lay atop a table, my brain screeched and cried for help every time I convinced myself to get what I was “dreading”.
