3 a.m., Morning.

What I have seen just now is not for a weak mind to take in. Not that I claim to have a strong mind, but I had no option. I guess I can explain better after I narrate the events that have led to this.

Not long before I was talking with my friend over the phone. I had a really sad tale to tell, and my friend did not seem to be in the best shape to listen to it. We talked for a while and then hung up. What the sad tale was is an entirely different matter. But right now, I had no one to talk to. So I tried to go to sleep.

Insomnia kicks in at the worst of times. Like tonight. I've been increasingly losing sleep over the last couple of days, and I remember being painfully sleepy while in the class earlier this day. But now it was like a dozen cups of coffee running through me.

I took to writing a blog. This was something I was going to do after a long time. And then I fell asleep. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was still dark. The clock read 3 am. I walked upto the window and opened it. To let in some cold air. Then I looked back at my desk. And believe me when I say, I saw myself still seated there. No, I was not at two places at the same time: the one on the table was asleep and I wasn't.

Quite a weird dream I decided, but then I realized it wasn't a dream at all. I am writing on my mobile a post that is going to be published in half an hour or so. This is real. I am real. I have no clue on what that thing on my desk is. But it looks completely like me. It's asleep.

Now I don't have a strong mind, but I do take my time to take in things. So the best thing I decided was to wait for that thing to wake up.

Till the next post!

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