Was it a dream? Really?

“Good night mom”

He threw the the mobile aside pulling the blanket over the head. It was a very dark night. Presence of clouds in sky made it so dark.
Being alone in the flat(“partner went home yesterday”, as he told his mom) was not a very interesting thing to do. No one to talk for 2 whole days(face to face) makes you feel weird sometimes.

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He was feeling chilly air rushing and ruffling his hair. “Ohh, where is my winter-cap?”, he thought and without noticing the wind stopping suddenly, stretched his hand to his right and picked up the cap. Pulling it over his head he looked ahead and gave a start. He was facing nothing but black. It was like going blind. Also there wasn’t any noise at all. Nothing except his heavy breath. Suddenly, he realized how hard it was to breathe there. Desperate for air, he violently waved his hands and tried to throw the damn blackness away.

In a moment he felt fresh air-breeze soothe him. but it was different from previous one. This time, the freshness made him close his his eyes with pleasure. Or may be his eyes were never open at all. The thought felt weird but he wasn’t bothered about it as he breathed in this air.
“This air”, he asked himself, “isn’t it familiar?”
He tried opening eyes and closed them again as bright light blinded his vision momentarily. He tried again looking for the light source. This time he found no blindingly bright light. Things were very dimly lit. Opening his eyes fully, he noticed that there was a half-spherical lamp hung to a porch with big doorbell button under it and a wooden polished door beside it.

It took a moment for him to realize what he was actually looking at. It was front door of a house.

A very familiar house!! “Hang on!”, it was his home!!! Wasn’t he the one who installed this light? How can he forget it!!!
He was only a step away from his own home. He was only a step away from his mother who probably will pull his cheeks any moment asking why he was late. But something felt wrong. Somehow, he was feeling blank. He remembered nothing. His mind felt numb. Nothing was stirring. After a moment, he tried looking at his left to check for the gate of stairs leading to terrace was closed or not. Unaware of his own action, he again waved his left hand in the direction he wanted to see.

“Noooo!!!”. Head buzzing, breaths heavy and heart thumping like it never did, he was shivering from head to foot. His heart beats were now audible even over his own heavy breaths.
“No!!! It can’t be real. I was in my flat last moment I remember. No. It can’t be true, how can I…!!”

Something was buzzing, vibrating, making noise. He never realized when view changed and now he was looking at nothing at all. Stretching his hand for the object that disturbed the silence, he closed fingers around a small vibrating object emitting white light.
“Ohh, its just my mobile I threw on the Nik’s bed….”, he thought.
As soon as he reached the words “Nik’s bed”, suddenly, way too much noise penetrated his ears. He gave a start and woke up. Opening his eyes for real first time this night, he found himself in his bed, in a room at least 200 Km away from his home. Sweat trickled down from forehead, his head completely wet with it.

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His heart was still thumping. He looked around him. Clock showed 02.00 am. His blanket was lying at bed’s feet, his winter-cap hanging about-to-fall on his wet head, the Ceiling fan spinning itself madly making quite a racket. Anti-Mosquito liquid machine on wall front of him shone very brightly, the only light source in the room.
He switched the tube-light ON.
Drinking some water from his bottle, a very creepy thought twirled in his mind…,

” Was it really a dream????”

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