Bad mood

At dawn, I woke up abruptly, shaken by a strange and hostile feeling. Something, a noise outside made me lose my deep sleep.

Oddly, there was a heavy silence as much inside the empty house as outside. I was sitting on my bed, sweat flowed from my forehead as my google eyes contemplated the moon that was still twinkling, sometimes hidden by darks clouds.

Then, my gaze turned to my mirror that I took care to wash last night to keep it without scratches or imperfections. I know, I’m very fastidious. However, this morning my mirror didn’t reflect anything… T’was like I had disappeared, t’was like… I was nobody, without body shell, just a soul.

I turned slowly back to myself to ensure that my body hadn’t stayed there. I laid my hand on the mirror and said to myself that there was a dust layer. I examined the room and discovered with amazement that the furniture was dusty and the books were buried under the dust. A huge spider was hanging from the sizzling bulbs, everything seemed to be very old. Then I got up. My spirit was tormented, I saw damp patches on the walls and smelled a strong musty smell. I went carefully outside of my room, afraid to break this floor which had become old, and I fell. It felt dangerous, I pulled a face at each step it took on the creaking the floor, that echoed below. I got over the threshold of my room and discovered with horror the skeleton of my poor cat. An equally horrible thought occurred to me, that these events must meant that I had slept an eternity, maybe a hundred years…

The rain began to fall and I went outside to cool down, there was no water coming out of the faucets. Outside, everything was frozen, only the rain broke the silence of the neighborhood. There was nobody, as if people had all left the city.

I was desperate. I was looking at the road and I was screaming for someone to answer me, but I just heard the echo of my voice coming back to me… I say « I » a lot, I’m sorry, because I can’t say « You » or « Them » in a world where there is only me… 

I didn’t feel the drops of rain on my face. I didn’t feel alive, as if I was a wandering lost ghost. I am a person who hates noise and who cannot bear noisy people, but this silence in the city scared me more than it appeased me. I couldn’t believe that the whole city belonged to me. I walked all afternoon, and then I fell asleep on the park lawn.

When I woke up, I was in my bed again. This time, something really woke me up. I went to the window and I saw my neighbor who was saying hello to a passerby. Life had come back to normal. I was happy to get back to the noise that I hated. My room was clean and I heard my cat scratching at the door. I smelt cold tobacco from a pile of cigarette butts. It was a nightmare? I realized it wis a smile.