04. Evasive Reality | Escape

August 16, 2020 Sujay Sarma

“Wake up!” Someone was jogging me awake. Reluctantly, I roused myself and opened my eyes. Bright lights. “Turn the lights down, will you?” The person that had woken me commanded. The lights went down. When my eyes accommodated, I saw the round circular light that is usually used in operating theatres. Aghast, I felt over…


“Wake up!” Someone was jogging me awake.

Reluctantly, I roused myself and opened my eyes. Bright lights.

“Turn the lights down, will you?” The person that had woken me commanded.

The lights went down.

When my eyes accommodated, I saw the round circular light that is usually used in operating theatres. Aghast, I felt over my body and then heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully I had not been in surgery. What was I doing here? Then, I panicked. Who was I? I couldn’t remember my name!

I sat up, a cold sweat running down my spine.

“Do you remember who you are?” The man asked. “Or where you are?”

I shook my head.

The man stepped up to the table. I could see that he was an elderly man with a balding head. He looked concerned and wise.

“Come.” He said. “I’ll walk you to your rooms. We can talk when you feel up to it.”

I swung off the table and followed him.

“What is my name?” I asked.

He told me.

A wave of relief erupted over me. I was thankful for finally remembering who I was. Memories came flooding back. Of course.

“Where is this place?” I asked him, next.

He turned to me and then his face clouded up. “You need to rest. We will talk about it in the morning.”

We had reached a suit of rooms. The door had a number on it. He opened the door for me.

“Good night.” He wished me and closed the door behind me.

I found the shower and took a long hot shower. When I was done, I changed into a set of pyjamas that hung in a nearby closet and jumped into bed. It was soft and welcoming.

“Ah!” I moaned in comfort.

I looked up. It was the ceiling of the room. There were no stars.

I tossed and turned all night. But I could not sleep. It must have been around the early hours of the morning when I finally fell asleep.

When I woke, I found light streaming into the room. It seemed to be like sunlight, but artificial. There seemed to be a distant sound. I could not identify it. Still in my night clothes and yawning, I stepped to the door and opened it. It was quiet. Then I heard it. It seemed far away, but the sound carried in the stillness of what was around me.

“Woo-Wah! Woo-Wah!” a two-toned siren.

The End


About the author:

Sujay Sarma is an IT industry veteran, about 43 years of age. He has spent 25 years in the IT industry and has done it all, and seen it all. Now, his passion is writing [blogs, stories, novels] and music. He has his own YouTube channel called "Sujay Sarma's Musical Adventures" where he posts his covers and originals, and a Podcast named "Interesting People Interesting Stories".
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