I opened my eyes for a split second and sank my head back into the pillow to escape the weary morning’s coming. The day was impatient to begin its routine.I turned around to sneak my head beneath the pillow, then pulled the blanket over myself and waited for sleep. The day ahead crowded into my head in a procession of images. Breakfast, bus, books, buildings; another enactment of yesterday and the day before and the one before that. My eyes were already awake beneath their lids.
I turned around in desperation and opened my eyes, still covered by the blanket. The sheet was white over my eyes. That’s weird; my blanket was cream with giant brick colored monstrous flowers. I sat up in confusion. The sheet was indeed white. I pulled it off of me. the white dress I had worn to bed last night, which looks like an elongated T-shirt, as though it was stitched for Tree beard, was splashed with big brick colored flowers all over. I tried to rub it off, but before I could understand what was happening, the strange light in the room forced me to look up at the ceiling. The fan fluttered with its usual “taduk taduk” motion. It lay suspended by an endless cord which stretched into the bright blue morning sky. My ceiling was gone. I looked around. The walls were intact and everything was in place, though in a confused mass of colours. I had curtain flowered walls, wall colored curtains and a shocking door with a myriad colored doormat pattern painted over it. I jumped off the bed, and still staring at the sky overhead, ran out of the room. The ceiling of the rest of the house was as I had left them lat night. I ran back into my room. A crow flew past lazily. I shoved my feet into my slippers, which had the floor tiles pasted on to the sole by the way, and ran out into the front yard and looked at the roof of the house. From outside everything looked normal, the roof was intact where my room was supposed to be. No holes. I ran back into my room to find the sky still there inside, seemingly stretching forever above me. Mom was in the room, stacking the clothes from yesterday’s laundry into my cupboard. Was she blind? “Go get ready” she said as she picked up what looked like an ‘inside out’ book from the floor and put it on my table on her way out. What was happening?.........................
