Napping…. napping, the nectar of gods ! If you have never had one, had this few minutes or hours of sleep during the day, you’ll never experienced one of the most beautiful life experiences.
A nap can be risky thought. If you sleep too much, you wake up, and it feel like you’re about to finish you day with a light hangover. It passes after one or two hours. But still, it’s annoying. That’s why I’ve set a up a clock, and a habit of taking a nap at the same hour everyday.
Once you got the rhythm of it, that your body and brain is used to it, this little sleeping time is a blissful and welcomed gift you give to yourself.
I had this habit for almost two years. Never felt this good. I was better at my job (what? A napping employee is actually a more performant asset at the job? Don’t tell this to Jeff B… well, he probably doesn’t exist at this time anymore…), felt less anxiety and stress, more happy and, well, alive. Truly alive. I’ve pushed my body and mind too much for years, and now, I give them this afternoon break. Treat yourself right? Well…
Today… or… Yesterday? Or years ago? The last one seem more likely…
Listen, I’ve just taken a nap right? At the usual hour, 2 P.M. Set my alarm for 3:30 P.M. although I generally wake up before the alarm ring. That alarm is just here to avoid sleeping too much and wake up with that hangover feeling.
Well, I got woken up by the clock today… I guess I was more tired than usual, it’s rare but it happens now and then.
But as I woke up, I could smell smoke and this awful smell of rotten meat. I rose up immediately thinking that something was burning! The building? My oven (even thought I barely cook with it)? A neighbor who has gone insane et burned himself hoping to take the whole building down with him? We never know in those days…
Those thoughts appeared in a matter of second. Then I finally took the time to look around.
My flat was wrecked! Dust everywhere, filling the air, rust was all over my furnitures, weeds was growing on my floor which was cracked, as so were the wall. They were holes in them! And damn, it was cold! My windows were shattered, the celling was cracked as badly as my floor.
What the fuck right? My first thought was that a tornado just passed… while I was asleep! How?! How?!
But I got up and walked carefully to the nearest window, trying my best to avoid to step on the most damaged area of the floor.
What I saw through the window? Devastation! There was barely nothing left standing of my city, of… fucking everything! I could see the horizon, it was impossible before… everything seemed to have been leveled… the forest I used to drive through to get to work, that huge pines trees forest had disappeared. Everything… it was burned down. This was just rubbles…
I don’t know why I speak of this as something from the past… it is still the same as I share this with you.
And the most baffling, for me, is that I can’t pick up anything… I tried to go outside… my building is the only things standing, and I live on the second floor. I’m not to high up, I could jump on the rubbles and then… we’ll what I’m trying to tell you is that I pass through walls… I can’t touch anything, I don’t feel anything from my fingertips… but I’m cold… it seems like I don’t have a body anymore… But I can see it! I can touch and feel my arms…
You maybe are wondering how I’m able to write this… well, technology. Talk to write. But I can’t hear my voice, I don’t know how… but my phone can hear my voice.
I’ve just checked my phone and I have realize that even thought it still works, no date nor hour are available… nor signals…
Help me. Please. Tell me you know what happened. Tell me you can see me. Come, I beg you!
TELL ME I EXIST!
Jaskiers
Jaskiers 