A false or mistaken idea.
I turn off the room lights. I tried to find my way to my bed.
I used my hands to guide my felts while my eyes are getting used to the darkness.
I felt the soft and spongy bed, I carefully laid myself on it.
Adjusting the pillow.
I let out a sigh. And I breathe hard.
The room was still dark and quiet.
All I could see is the faint light passing through the window covered by
the floral prints of the curtains.
All I could hear are the cars passing by occasionally and the constant blowing
from the air conditioner that was supposedly to be cleaned 3 months back.
I turned myself around to find my blanket. I flipped it up like how
people usually flip their cloth to get the dust off.
Then, I carefully laid it on me.
I could feel the small breeze against me.
I quickly tucked my feet under the blanket and held the blanket up till my chin.
I closed my eyes and tried to divert my wishful thinking to the hectic work I had
done for the day so I could fall asleep fast.
Just in a snap, I catch myself falling and it woke me up.
I could still hear my heart beating fast because of the drop.
Sigh.
I closed my eyes again and I tried to concentrate on the peace in the dark room.
I could feel the hair tickling my neck and ears as the air conditioner blow against them.
I scratch my ears and neck and went back to sleep.
"Mommy mommy! Where are you?"
I heard a faint cry of a little boy.
I found myself in an empty room made of steel.
The light was dim. Orange.
The floor was soft like a sponge bed but somehow hard like rock.
As I stood up, I could feel the steel bending to make my foot prints.
I was horrified. I look around again.
Steel. Bronze.
It had a bad stench. I walked around the room.
All four walls. No doors, no windows.
I felt the walls as I walked around the steel box.
The walls were cold and dusty but it was smooth.
Not dusty smooth but it was smooth shiny steel.
The walls were well made. No edges, no lines, no mistakes.
I turn back to find my hand prints dragging across the room.
"Mommy!" I hear the boy again.
Turn back directly finding a door.
It gave me chills but I was curious.
I touched the handle of the door. It wasn't steel anymore.
It was hard heavy metal.
It wasn't dusty. It looked like it's brand new.
I pushed the handle down hard. It didn't move.
It looks like it wasn't designed for pushing it down.
I pulled the handle back towards my stomach.
Nothing moved.
I banged the door hard than my knuckles hurt.
I couldn't see my knuckles turn red because of the lighting but I could feel
my skin tear.
I heard a whisper by my ears.
I turned around breathing aloud.
I couldn't see anything. Nothing except my hand prints dragging across
the dust steel walls.
I breathe harder.
I was scared.
So fucking scared.
I sat down on the cooling floor also made of steel.
I leaned against the corners of the walls.
I pulled my knees back to my face and wrap my arms around it.
I could feel my breathe on my knees.
I open my eyes wide looking around the four walls.
The light flickers out of a sudden. Just when I started
to notice the weird flickers from the light, I heard the boy screaming from one end.
I hear heavy footsteps.
I could hear him screaming louder and louder and pass the door.
I stood up and leaned against the door.
I pressed my ear against the center of the door.
The foot steps were faint at first.
Then I heard it becoming louder and louder.
I stood back as I heard them coming towards me.
I went to crouch at the same place between the four walls.
I could feel my sweat dripping down my forehead.
As it comes nearer towards the door, I could hear it stop.
I stop breathing hard. I covered my mouth to stop myself
from breathing. It was quiet. Real quiet.
Then I heard scratches against the door.
Real loud scratches like that person is gonna tear it down.
I closed my eyes tight. I started rocking myself back and fourth.
I started praying. I could feel my tears strolling down my cheeks,
dropping on to my thighs.
My prayers and breathing went louder when the scratches were loud.
Then it stopped. I stopped too.
I took in a deep breathe and I heard my name calling.
I felt a drop again. I woke up finding myself tearing and praying.
I was sweating. My shirt was filled with sweat. I flipped around and
pulled my drawer out to grab another shirt.
Just when I was about the reach for the drawer, my muscles went weak.
My hand fell and rested at the end of the bed.
I felt a push towards my head to the pillow.
I was suffocating. I struggled.
Somehow, I could still live just in a suffocating manner.
I felt a force pulled my up and I took a big deep breathe.
I looked around. I found myself in a maze. The floor was well carpeted.
The grasses were well and regularly trimmed and fertilized.
It was in the evening as I could see the sun setting.
I started walking aimlessly.
I could only hear birds chirping.
I walked. Turn right, turn left.
Turn back. Walked straight. I made at least 30 over turns but there was no way out.
I could hear a faint laughter from 2 boys.
They were laughing at something.
It was a cute laughter.
I shouted "Hello! Is there someone to help me?"
There was no response but the laughter continued.
I started panicking.
I tried to push the bushes but it was as hard as rock.
I felt a quick breeze and leaves falling off the bushes.
I ran. Anywhere and everywhere I could.
Back and fourth
Back and fourth.
I breath louder and louder.
Sweating fast.
I could feel my calve muscles straining.
I ran faster and faster.
As if something was chasing me.
Looking back as I ran.
I slowed down. I was running out of breathe.
I felt helpless. Tired. Scared.
I couldn't find help.
I screamed and shout as loud as I could.
My lungs were burning. I was lost.
I was crying and walking around.
It was close to dawn.
Lights from unknown places started turning on.
They were shining faintly on to the maze. I continued walking.
I was too tired to be scared and to cry. I dragged my feet as I was walking.
The carpets was traced by my sweat dripping off my face.
My eyes were swollen. I sat down.
I lied down and I fell asleep.
