First of all, I had taken the day to spend with family, Had a good meal, played fun games and enjoyed this day.

Now I’m currently tired. I have a longer day tomorrow with work.

I should be resting, but all I’m currently thinking about is the following.


I woke up in this room. Unsure of what’s happening, I don’t really understand my surroundings.

Yet I don’t feel alone. Across from me I can feel something looking back. I feel as though I should say hi.


Silence fills the room.

“It’s okay, to be honest I’m more scared of you than you of me. Maybe your not scared at all.

Silence fills the room.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to say anything.

“It’s not that I want to. I may accidentally scare you.”

Silence fills the room.

“you see. I already scared you.”

“I’m not scared. Just surprised that you’d answer. In my head I’ve already made my peace with death and was expecting the worst.”

“Most people do. Though I try to comfort them. It never really works. Most people jump.”

I walked towards the window to take a look. Bodies were everywhere.

I didn’t feel scared.

I should’ve been terrified, but I wasn’t.

“That’s too bad. I feel like they would’ve missed out on a rather delightful conversation.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t see you either. I don’t usually see anyone. I just hear screams and a loud Thud.”

“Were you the one that brought me here?”

“No. I woke up in this same room. I don’t remember much of what I was doing before, I don’t remember much about the outside of this room.”

How long was this person in here. How long will I be in here? I started looking around and I didn’t see any door, just this small window, big enough for a body to fall through? Is death the only way to freedom?

“How long have you been here?”

“Not sure.”

I tried to lighten up the mood.

“Well then, it looks like we’ll be here a while. Tell me something you do remember.”

“Uhm, I remember buildings. Tall, tall buildings. I remember it was warm. flowers blooming. Felt alive.

“Sounds like spring. I also come from an area with tall, tall buildings.”

“That’s nice. maybe we came from the same place.”

“could be a possibility.”

“Maybe we were neighbors.”

“I doubt it. I have the top floor of my building.”

“I too remember living up high. I remember my view being a green field in the middle of concrete.”

“That… sounds like Central park. Tell me about yourself?”

“I don’t look like much. I’m a guy.”

“Right, but anything that makes you stand out? maybe a scar. Maybe no hair?”

I’m not sure why I was asking all these questions. It’s just a coincidence. that’s all.

“I have all my hair, no scars. I’m wearing a red and blue hoodie, it’s a little worn out. Oh I also have this tattoo on my left arm.

it says, free.”

Silence filled the room.

“Are you still there?”

I’m not sure what’s going on anymore. I feel like this may be a dream. This should be a dream. This has to be a dream!!

“Did I say something wrong?”

I lifted up my sleeve to reveal the tattoo on my left arm. My breathing was getting heavier.

“Does the free have a three?”

“Yes! how did you know?”

I could no longer move. I could no longer speak. The small window felt bigger. Felt like the only way out. Maybe it was.

“Are you still there? Please don’t jump. I don’t want to be alone.”

I was panicking. Where’s the connection to all of this. Why ME? what’s missing? Maybe my escape was through the window. Maybe freedom was on the other side. maybe I only had to climb down.

“Please don’t jump. i don’t want to be alone.”

The window stares at me.

“I won’t I promise.”

The window is so big now. I feel the wind right outside. I feel the wind…


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