A short story
Title : A thin line
It was a warm Sunday evening in my apartment in Lagos, The buzzing sound of the fridge made me jump up from what seemed to be a nap, damn how long was I out I looked at the watch, no clue when I slept off. The strong smell of Barbecue was strongly filling my nostrils. I looked to my left my life was sleeping soundly as well besides me , I just realized there is smoke coming from the living room. Slipped into my flip flops and quickly rushed out to find out what the smoke was. . It was me laying lifeless on the floor with what looked like a burnt cushion I could barely make out what was going on at the moment I was damn confused, stood there for a couple of minutes before it dawned on me I had some Jack Daniels before I slumped into the cushion where my body now layed with an empty bottle in what used to be my chest. I still couldn't move still trying to figure out what was going on, how did I in the center of the room burnt and everything else seemed to be untouched by the fire.
As I stood there, frozen in disbelief, I tried to make sense of the surreal scene unfolding before me. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the crackling of the burnt cushion. I couldn't comprehend how I had ended up on the floor, lifeless, while the rest of the room remained untouched.
Feeling a surge of panic, I desperately tried to move, but my body remained unresponsive. Fear coursed through me as I contemplated the possibility that this might not be a dream after all. My mind raced with questions, struggling to find a logical explanation for the inexplicable.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze rustled through the room, caressing my face and dispersing the smoky haze. I felt a strange warmth emanating from within me, as if an invisible force was attempting to revive my lifeless body. Gradually, I regained control of my limbs and slowly rose to my feet, bewildered yet relieved.
As I took a tentative step forward, the scene around me shifted. The burnt cushion transformed back into its original form, as if the fire had never consumed it. The air filled with the tantalizing aroma of the barbecue once again, as if beckoning me to embrace the familiarity of reality.
Confusion still lingered within me, but I couldn't deny the sense of relief washing over me. Perhaps it had all been an incredibly vivid dream—a vivid dream that had somehow felt so achingly real. I shook my head, attempting to clear away the remnants of the disorienting experience.
The next day was a Monday morning can't help but feel depressed I hate Mondays and the details of my dream last night still lingered at the back of my mind which has wierdly been in repeat ever since I woke up. Just concluded the days work and my wife asked me to pick up some groceries on my way back home I decided to stop and get some alcohol to ease off this wierd depressing feeling, my mum's been calling all day our relationship is not really that solid so I barely talk to her I wonder what she wants (I ll call her back when I am settled back at home).
Got home dropped the groceries and decided to relax before I changed out of my suit, plugged my phone and opened the alcohol I bought, sat on my favourite two piece couch and plugged my phone and took a sip and the another and some more and slept off there with my phone laying face flat on my chest connected to the socket and next thing..
Jumped up to the sound of the fridge buzzing beside my wife but this time wearing my special white pyjamas my wife bought for me as our wedding anniversary present.
Awe (that smell again) this time very real and hitting my nostrils strongly..
I sat up in bed, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from my eyes. The scene around me seemed eerily familiar—the buzzing fridge, my wife soundly asleep beside me, and the tantalizing aroma of barbecue wafting through the air. A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Hadn't I experienced this before?
Confusion gnawed at my mind as I replayed the events from the previous night in my head. The dream—or was it a dream?—of the burnt cushion and my lifeless body still haunted me. I shook off the unsettling thoughts and decided to investigate the source of the enticing smell.
Slipping on my flip flops, I made my way towards the living room. As I entered, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, in the center of the room, lay a burnt cushion—just like in my dream. The sight sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of memories flooded back.
Suddenly, my gaze shifted towards the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the coffee table. It hadn't been there before. Was this a cruel prank, or was something more mysterious at play?
Again I jolted awake, I found myself in a state of confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I glanced around the room, and everything appeared to be the same—the familiar furniture, the framed pictures on the wall, and the buzzing fridge. But something was off.
I turned to my side and saw my wife sleeping soundly, her peaceful expression untouched by the bewildering events that had just unfolded in my dream. With a racing heart, I sat up and took a moment to gather my thoughts. It felt as if I had slipped into another reality, one that overlapped with my dreams in an uncanny way.
Feeling a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation, I carefully got out of bed and tiptoed into the living room. The memories of my dream lingered in my mind, playing over and over like a broken record. The burnt cushion, the sensation of being lifeless, and the overpowering smell of smoke—all of it felt vivid and real, even though I desperately wanted to believe it was just a dream. s I reached the living room, I held my breath, half-expecting to find evidence of the fire that had consumed me in my dream. But to my relief and confusion, everything was as it should be. The room was untouched, devoid of any signs of smoke or destruction.
My mind was spinning with questions. Was I trapped in some sort of time loop, where my dreams and reality intertwined? Or perhaps there was something more profound happening, something beyond my understanding.
With a deep breath, I made a decision. I would embrace the uncertainty and explore this new chapter in my life, where the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred. I would seize the opportunity to unravel the mysteries that lay before me, to delve into the depths of my subconscious and discover the true nature of my existence.
And so, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, venturing into the realms of the mind and embracing the enigmatic interplay between dreams and reality. Along the way, I encountered extraordinary experiences and met fascinating characters who shared similar tales of the inexplicable.
nd so, dear reader, as you delve into the realms of your own dreams, remember that reality is not always what it seems. Embrace the mysteries that lie within, for they hold the power to transform your life in ways you never thought possible. And with that, our story comes to an end, but your own adventure is just beginning.
The end or perhaps a new beginning
A short story
Title : A thin line
It was a warm Sunday evening in my apartment in Lagos, The buzzing sound of the fridge made me jump up from what seemed to be a nap, damn how long was I out I looked at the watch, no clue when I slept off. The strong smell of Barbecue was strongly filling my nostrils. I looked to my left my life was sleeping soundly as well besides me , I just realized there is smoke coming from the living room. Slipped into my flip flops and quickly rushed out to find out what the smoke was. . It was me laying lifeless on the floor with what looked like a burnt cushion I could barely make out what was going on at the moment I was damn confused, stood there for a couple of minutes before it dawned on me I had some Jack Daniels before I slumped into the cushion where my body now layed with an empty bottle in what used to be my chest. I still couldn't move still trying to figure out what was going on, how did I in the center of the room burnt and everything else seemed to be untouched by the fire.
As I stood there, frozen in disbelief, I tried to make sense of the surreal scene unfolding before me. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the crackling of the burnt cushion. I couldn't comprehend how I had ended up on the floor, lifeless, while the rest of the room remained untouched.
Feeling a surge of panic, I desperately tried to move, but my body remained unresponsive. Fear coursed through me as I contemplated the possibility that this might not be a dream after all. My mind raced with questions, struggling to find a logical explanation for the inexplicable.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze rustled through the room, caressing my face and dispersing the smoky haze. I felt a strange warmth emanating from within me, as if an invisible force was attempting to revive my lifeless body. Gradually, I regained control of my limbs and slowly rose to my feet, bewildered yet relieved.
As I took a tentative step forward, the scene around me shifted. The burnt cushion transformed back into its original form, as if the fire had never consumed it. The air filled with the tantalizing aroma of the barbecue once again, as if beckoning me to embrace the familiarity of reality.
Confusion still lingered within me, but I couldn't deny the sense of relief washing over me. Perhaps it had all been an incredibly vivid dream—a vivid dream that had somehow felt so achingly real. I shook my head, attempting to clear away the remnants of the disorienting experience.
The next day was a Monday morning can't help but feel depressed I hate Mondays and the details of my dream last night still lingered at the back of my mind which has wierdly been in repeat ever since I woke up. Just concluded the days work and my wife asked me to pick up some groceries on my way back home I decided to stop and get some alcohol to ease off this wierd depressing feeling, my mum's been calling all day our relationship is not really that solid so I barely talk to her I wonder what she wants (I ll call her back when I am settled back at home).
Got home dropped the groceries and decided to relax before I changed out of my suit, plugged my phone and opened the alcohol I bought, sat on my favourite two piece couch and plugged my phone and took a sip and the another and some more and slept off there with my phone laying face flat on my chest connected to the socket and next thing..
Jumped up to the sound of the fridge buzzing beside my wife but this time wearing my special white pyjamas my wife bought for me as our wedding anniversary present.
Awe (that smell again) this time very real and hitting my nostrils strongly..
I sat up in bed, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from my eyes. The scene around me seemed eerily familiar—the buzzing fridge, my wife soundly asleep beside me, and the tantalizing aroma of barbecue wafting through the air. A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Hadn't I experienced this before?
Confusion gnawed at my mind as I replayed the events from the previous night in my head. The dream—or was it a dream?—of the burnt cushion and my lifeless body still haunted me. I shook off the unsettling thoughts and decided to investigate the source of the enticing smell.
Slipping on my flip flops, I made my way towards the living room. As I entered, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, in the center of the room, lay a burnt cushion—just like in my dream. The sight sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of memories flooded back.
Suddenly, my gaze shifted towards the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the coffee table. It hadn't been there before. Was this a cruel prank, or was something more mysterious at play?
Again I jolted awake, I found myself in a state of confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I glanced around the room, and everything appeared to be the same—the familiar furniture, the framed pictures on the wall, and the buzzing fridge. But something was off.
I turned to my side and saw my wife sleeping soundly, her peaceful expression untouched by the bewildering events that had just unfolded in my dream. With a racing heart, I sat up and took a moment to gather my thoughts. It felt as if I had slipped into another reality, one that overlapped with my dreams in an uncanny way.
Feeling a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation, I carefully got out of bed and tiptoed into the living room. The memories of my dream lingered in my mind, playing over and over like a broken record. The burnt cushion, the sensation of being lifeless, and the overpowering smell of smoke—all of it felt vivid and real, even though I desperately wanted to believe it was just a dream. s I reached the living room, I held my breath, half-expecting to find evidence of the fire that had consumed me in my dream. But to my relief and confusion, everything was as it should be. The room was untouched, devoid of any signs of smoke or destruction.
My mind was spinning with questions. Was I trapped in some sort of time loop, where my dreams and reality intertwined? Or perhaps there was something more profound happening, something beyond my understanding.
With a deep breath, I made a decision. I would embrace the uncertainty and explore this new chapter in my life, where the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred. I would seize the opportunity to unravel the mysteries that lay before me, to delve into the depths of my subconscious and discover the true nature of my existence.
And so, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, venturing into the realms of the mind and embracing the enigmatic interplay between dreams and reality. Along the way, I encountered extraordinary experiences and met fascinating characters who shared similar tales of the inexplicable.
nd so, dear reader, as you delve into the realms of your own dreams, remember that reality is not always what it seems. Embrace the mysteries that lie within, for they hold the power to transform your life in ways you never thought possible. And with that, our story comes to an end, but your own adventure is just beginning.
The end or perhaps a new beginning
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