When he swept his curtains aside a familiar neighborhood greeted his sight, the only and most notable difference was the fact that the duplex opposite his house had a giant living, breathing bat sleeping on its ruble. He ignored the fact that there were instruments of murder sitting right in front of him and made his way to his window.
David got up from his bed and swept his eyes through his room, everything looked the same except the walls were painted yellow, and there was a bag of guns at the foot of the bed. Why would he be here, was he dreaming, or was the life he remembered actually the dream. This was the point where he would panic and ask the universe what was going on, but the intense sense of familiarity he was getting from the room, and the fact that it was not in the best interest of an educated man to panic for no reason.ĭavid knew who he was, who he both was, which of course did not sound right, even to him. Today however he was waking up on Victoria Island, located south east of the black dream sea, a sub island under the jurisdiction of the Iron city, on a planet called Pangea. Yesterday he went to sleep in his high class neighborhood on Lekki, Victoria Island, Lagos Nigeria, west Africa, earth. David could not wrap his head around the entire damn situation. It was confusing juggling two different lifetimes of memories so similar yet so different that it left him stuck in a loop of comparisons and a droning headache. He killed himself, or at least some other David did.
But then it hit him, he never did survive the ordeal. TheThe image was so vivid and haunting that David could not begin to imagine how he would have survived such an ordeal. He felt afraid, but who wouldn’t be afraid when the first thing you remember is your step brother sleeping with your mom. David woke up with a start, the familiar ceiling above him served to shock him put of his stupor, but not enough to bring about the clarity he wanted.
0 kommentar(er)
