Nobody woke me up this morning-not the sunlight, nor my alarm. Strong, bright sunlight hit my face like a train at 6:07 AM, as if I had been asleep. I wasn't.
Hence, nobody woke me up. It did, however, pull me out of the trance I'd been in since last night.
"Did you dream of Him again?" Karan, my flatmate, asked as he entered my room, sipping his black coffee.
I never understood the hype about this concoction. Black coffee is probably what hell would taste like.
"No," I said without looking at him.
I knew he was wearing his four-and-a-half-year-old T-shirt-the one his college crush had gifted him on his birthday.
He loves that T-shirt more than he loves himself.
"Why are you so numb then? You look dead," he said while poking the sole of my right foot with his index finger.
I really was numb.
I wasn't feeling anything. I realized he had poked me only when I spared him a glance.
He sat on the edge of my bed and started tugging at my blanket. Irritated, I kicked at him. I almost hit his right shoulder when he caught my foot and pulled me.
I squealed, and in the blink of an eye, I was standing on the cold tiles of my room. A knock at the door startled me.
Knock? Karan and I live alone.
Is there an intruder?!
I turned to look at Karan-
"Wake up, lover girl! Breakfast's ready! You'll be late for the office!" Karan yells.
Karan. Yells. From. Outside. My. Room.
It was almost as if Karan hadn't barged into my room this morning and pulled me out of bed. Almost like I was dreaming.
Am I?
But I didn't even sleep...
There truly is an intruder.