It's cold... you get chills all over your
back...
"Open your eyes..." almost like a whisper
carried by the wind.
You open them slowly, taking your Time,
not abruptly regardless of the fact that there should be no one but you in the
house.
You have this urgent feeling of looking outside,
but... why? What is it that is pushing you so bad to look outside your bedroom
window? You know you never do it...
-"Because you are scared of what you might
see..."
-"What?"- You said turning around
trying to gasp sense among the darkness.
Did you really hear that? Or do you think you did?
Is your mind playing games on you? Nah, it's late and remember you are very
tired. What Time is it anyway?
Time?
Is it too early? Is it too late? Check your phone.
But where is it? Probably just laying somewhere on the floor. Check your
computer. But where is it?
What?
Where is it?
What?
My computer.
Where is it?
.
.
.
Where are you?
You get to the window and stay there breathless, speechless.
Looking into the void with and your eyes lost in all that beautiful yet mysterious
green reflection.
How long has it been?
Like if the world was just consumed by Time. What
used to be your messy garden, your red brick wall, your black garage door, is
now all green, old, destroyed, corrupted by nature. There's no door anymore,
there's only half the wall of now green bricks. There's only dust of what it
used to be. It's almost like if you were somewhere else, not the place that you
used to know.
Dizziness, loneliness, sadness.
-"What is this? Am I dead?"- You ask to
no one.
-"I don't know... are you?"- Said the
whisper in your ear, in your head...
