Into the la-la land in a while 💭

 

It had a shadow, that's all I could remember. Nothing with malice in it though, rather it was a happy one, a shadow which could have got a second glance, too, if you might say so. 

But then, I woke up. At least, that's what I think I did. Looking around, I knew it wasn't familiar. The blanket, the bedspread, the drapes, the chair, the room, nothing remotely jogged anything in my memory. I got up straight, when I put my feet down, the softness of the rug made me want to curl back again to an endless slumber. 

But I didn't pay heed to that voice in my head. My subconscious was hammering me constantly, saying this is not right Get up and go out, that's it. Another part was saying, this isn't wrong, just unexpected. All I couldn't think of was why this is familiar, but how ? Honestly though, I've never been a fan of monotone designing. Everything in this room is white, stark white. 

And yet it feels weird, unusual, a bit stylish even. I look around to take more of my surroundings. There's a dresser, with an oval shaped mirror, intricately patterned with ivory, no smudges at all on it. I'm hooked now. What is this place, and where the heck am I? Is this a dream? But then I'm awake, then is it not?

I lunge for the door, cracking it open, peering around, seeing no one, except another room, looking similar to the one I came from. But the door in this one is locked from the outside. But there's a window with glass panes right across it. I try to look through it. It's all fogged up, I turn around and try to search for something with which I could break this. I crawl under the couch to check if there's anything sharp enough to break the glass. I find all kinds of litter; newspapers; dating back to when, well god knows, syringes, empty photograph frames, and finally an iron rod. A thin one, but I think it'll make do. 

I rush back to the window and strike it. Doesn't budge, well that's expected. I know my strength. I'll have to try hard, I knew it in my gut. I strike again. After umpteenth time, finally there's a crack.  Focusing on it, I strike again, harder. And the glass breaks, I scramble away enough so that the shards don't hurt me. Clearing the debris, I hop on it and jump on the other side. Only to find a long corridor, but there's an elevator at the left side of the corridor, I trot towards it. Thinking, finally finding a way to escape this lonesome place. When I near it, there is a button right next to it, usually elevators have two buttons, indicating down and up. This one only has one, I guess maybe it's a summoning button. 

Anyway, leaving all the thoughts aside, I push it. And with a jingle of sounds, I could hear the elevator thrum through, finding it's way, to me. 

And then I feel it. A presence right behind me. But when I turned there was no one. Not a single soul to be seen. But I did feel it's touch, I'm so sure of it. 

The next thing I see is my phone. I'm awake in my room, on my bed. I dozed off reading a psychological thriller. 

I guess that was the reason, though right now I feel like I'm again living in another dream of mine, just in another dimension. 

But the presence of that someone, it was not bad, but it wasn't trustworthy as well. Time will tell, because often dreams do give us some kind of a message, a warning.