Bang… Bang…
The clock struck past twelve. The sound is deafening it could almost split your ears into two. And you’re still wondering why your boss has given you a helmet without any ear plugs to go along with. But it’s not the right time to think about the loud bell. It’s about the time you think the reason you’re still here in the middle of the night.
Did you exhaust yourself too much that you fell asleep?
You shake your head in disagreement. No. You can still remember waking up with a good ten hours of sleep last night. But what happens after that? You start scratching your head in confusion. Why are there no people in here?
“Hello?” Your voice echoes in the tower. You shudder, cold chills overpowering the warm temperature in you. Nothing, but the wind whistles in reply. Shouldn’t you just go down, instead of worrying the gone population here?
That’s a good idea, you tell yourself. Your working boots produce squeaky thud, breaking the silence. Your head is in search of a way to go down, but as your body circles the area, you suspect that there are no stairs, ladders and even scaffolds.
What is this? Your eyes squint in confusion.
Oh, it’s the freshly-bought stove of your boss, lying on the concrete floor, covered with dust and cobwebs. But you’re confused as to why it’s delivered here, and not in his residence.
Then, you stare down at your watch and suddenly, your eyes are wide open. Is this true or this ten-year-old possession of yours is broken? It’s turning counter-clockwise!
You tap it with your finger, hoping it can go back in its normal state, but it won’t.
As you roam the area, you accidentally topple down a bottle. You take it up and a strong scent of gin tickles your nose. Ooh. Hangover? But where are your co-workers?
Now where is that hidden camera?
“Okay. You got me, guys.” You hold out your arms and laugh. Expecting a “we-got-you!” moment in few seconds.
But a minute has passed.
You run near the barrier and your eyes narrow down . Zoomed out cars, buildings, city lights appear right before your eyes. You want to shout for help but you already know that it’s too impossible. You doubt people will know you’re trapped here even if you scream at the top of your lungs or drop your boots down the occupied streets- they might just think it comes from the sky. If so, you start picture them as those native Africans in your all-time favorite movie “The gods must be crazy”.
You look down at your watch again. It might just be broken—or not. And you’re in a debate whether you throw it out, but it's too expensive or you can leave it just as be.
Achoo!
You wish you were in somewhere else than being in this old dusty clock tower.
Achoo!
Damn this, you mumble- as if someone can hear you.
Sniff.
Even though the temperature is high, a drop of cold sweat race down your cheeks. You don’t know what to do. Plus, your stomach is growling and a headache to go along with.
You look around, but no sight of anyone. Perhaps, you’re in a dream. A dream you can never wake up from anymore. A dream where your life forever is on hold.
“This is just a dream. The colds have given me some bad sleep.” You let out a sigh, thinking of some ways to wake yourself up. Maybe pinching yourself can help.
You pinch your arm. Your face. And even pull your shaggy hair. Nothing.
You turn your head in different angles, but you can’t see anything that might help you leave this place and go on to the real life.
Then a light bulb appears in your little imaginary head. Wait a minute. The stove! You can probably burn yourself a little and that might do the trick. And you remember when you get surprised in a dream, in just a snap of a finger; you usually and automatically wake up.
A snicker released from your mouth. But wait—there is no electricity here. So how are you going to do about it?
This might hurt a little bit but at least I’ve tried, you say to yourself.
You step a few inches back then give the stove a good kick.
Bam!
The stove gives off nothing but a loud bam in return. And you notice that it has not moved even in few inches, not even a dent. The throbbing pain in your feet is excruciating and you sit down on the floor, rubbing your boots, but the more you touch it, the more the pain stings. Now whatever happened to waking up?
Maybe the kick should be stronger? stronger than the gin?
You pursed your lips and you can feel your hands shaking.
Bam!
You stand up again.
Bam!
The pain hurts like it has been stomped off by an elephant.
Bam!
You drop down in defeat.
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