Where am I?

She opened her eyes. It was dark. She squinted and rubbed her eyes to adjust to the darkness but nothing much happened. Few seconds should have passed. Something hit her like a hammer to the head. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know what place it was or what she was doing there. She couldn’t remember anything.

‘Don’t panic!’ She whispered to herself but she knew very well that it wouldn’t work. Her heart was racing and drops of sweat started to trickle down her cheeks. She thought of screaming for help but was too frozen with fear even to whisper.

She stood up from wherever she was and slowly began to move with her hands reached out. Few steps and she felt something. It was cold like metal. She tried to feel as much as possible with her hands to figure something out. Not a single ray of light came from anywhere and her racing heart made things only worse. It was still pitch black.

She was still moving slowly, feeling with her hands. Seconds later, it felt like a door knob. A hint of relief washed over her and she pushed the knob. She was terrified that it wouldn’t open but thankfully it did.

She opened the door and stepped out. It was a room and it was totally unfamiliar. The night lamp faintly illuminated the room and she was shocked. Like air rushing into a vacuum, she remembered it all too well.

The place looked unfamiliar because she was on a trip with her friends. She was sleeping. Her throat felt like it was on fire. So she woke up and went to get a glass of water from the next room. She fell asleep again, sitting in a chair, before even getting a glass. It was dark because she did close the door behind her and forgot to turn the lights on.

She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry from the panic attack she just had. “I will never drink in my life ever again!” She muttered to herself and went back to sleep.

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A Stranger From The Present

She reluctantly opened her eyes at the sound of the alarm clock that read 6.30am. It was a difficult task, getting out of bed with just about two hours of sleep. But she couldn’t give any more excuses to be off from work. This had become a habit.

Her worst mistake from the past, haunted her like a haunted house, she had to visit and revisit every single night. She never realized that with every day that passes she was far and away from it, one day at a time. Well, time heals they say.

But still, it all felt new and fresh as the day it happened. That night too, was no exception.

She watched herself ignoring her best friend’s calls for a stupid reason. The next day morning the news hit her like a bullet to the chest. If she had just picked up the call, her best friend would have been alive. Apparently, the demons of her best friend’s life had an upper hand that night. She had lost the fight.

“Why are you still here?” Someone from behind asked her but all she could see was darkness.

“Who’s there?” She asked, confused.

“Who am I?” The voice laughed. “You don’t belong here anymore”.

She did not understand. She kept staring into the dark. May be she would have waited for someone to appear.

“I’m your Past. You don’t belong here anymore.”

“If I had just picked up…” words crumbled and her eyes welled.

“Her fate was cruel. Yes. But you couldn’t have changed it whatever you had done. It is not your fault. For years you have visited and now you are no more than a stranger from the Present. You can now go back there to live your life in peace.”

She stood there, million thoughts overwhelming her but the voice was gone.

She slowly opened her eyes when her alarm sang. The air smelled fresh and sweet and she knew that it was going to be a good morning, that day and every day there after.

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Who’s the Boss?

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It was a foggy Sunday with the sun hiding behind the clouds. There was not much sunlight and it was cold too. She was in the kitchen doing the dishes as she enjoyed the weather and the view from the kitchen window. 

“Seems like it might rain too!” He stepped into the kitchen and grabbed two coffee mugs.

She loves coffee and he didn’t have to ask her. Whatever time of the day it may be, she would love to have it.

“Coffee and Netflix is a good idea, isn’t it? We’ll catch a nice movie.” She said.

“Last night we did! Let’s watch some reality show.” He loved reality shows and talk shows more than movies. It was extremely difficult for him to stay awake through an entire movie.

They argued as the milk boiled and finally concluded that they would take turns and watch together. It seemed like a decent arrangement that they agreed to satisfaction.

“Since we watched a movie last night, it’s my turn now.” He said happily as he poured the milk in the mugs and stirred with coffee and sugar cubes.

She took a mug from his hands and planted a cute peck on his cheeks in agreement. They entered the living room and stopped short.

Their four year old kid was watching cartoons, holding the remote control in her hands. They briefly forgot the fact that watching tv is at the mercy of their kid when she is awake.

They exchanged awkward grins and took their places beside their kid. They cheered for popeye like the argument never even happened.

Daily Prompt: Foggy