That morning I woke up as usual, I would have never imagined all the chaos that was coming, it was a stormy evening in that weird place; I did not know exactly where I was. There were some threatening noises coming out from a huge imposing door. I cannot remember anything. Suddenly a slender person walks towards me, she was serious and quiet; her face looked as if she wanted to tell me something but she couldn’t. For a moment she just stared at me and said nothing. My body was shivering and I felt tremulous. I was cold and I couldn’t move because I was realizing it was myself the person I had in front of me. I screamed harshly and that scream echoed in my mind making me dizzy, when I opened my eyes again I saw everything blurred.
Everything is overwhelming. Nothing has sense. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. Everything around me feels so familiar, the warm and comfortable bed, big windows being caressed by the misty white curtains. The ceiling is very high in that antique and cold house. It is getting dark and as the sun sets my fear raises. It is a strange sensation, I know this is not a real world, I don’t know why; it seems to be as if it were in another frequency. Now, I am tired and I am going to sleep.
I slept for just a moment, enough to feel better. Now I am all alone again, this time the room looks so bright, the shining light enters through the windows. I stand up and walk out the room. There! He is my husband, now I understand. I was just dreaming, I had a strange and unusual vivid dream, but now I am awake. Cesar! I said. He was walking through the hall and went out the house. I immediately run after him. But he was gone! This is not possible, this cannot be happening. Again, I feel afraid. Now, I know exactly who am I, where am I, but I feel all alone, as if I were alone in the world, as if there were not any other person, but me. I had never felt this loneliness before.
It has been hours since nothing else happens. The sun is setting again. I feel so tired of doing nothing, of trying to go out and feel unable, something stops me, and I do not know what it is. It is as if I were not alive. Minute after minute I feel more and more exhausted until I get asleep. Maybe I am not alive, maybe something happened and I do not understand, so I will wait until my husband comes back with my daughter.
Someone laughing outside the room, I heard a voice of a girl. It is my five-year-old daughter! Selene! I said as she turns back to see me. Mom! She said. Where did you hide the candies? Oh, at least someone talks to me. Where is your father? I asked as my husband’s voice comes out of the kitchen. Erika! He said. Come here to see what I am cooking. I run and hug them. I feel so weird; my husband said I was slept for just an hour. But I am sure, I didn’t. There is something else, something we do not understand, our minds create our reality, and I am sure there is more than this world.
