i entered.....and soon felt like the place was my own......the pad felt like i'd been livin there since ages....as if i knew every nook, every crevice.......... knew exactly how many steps made it up to the front door....where the chair was usually placed, where the shoes cluttered up the space under the window near the front door.......where hung the clothes and where to turn to when wanted to go to the balcony.......or where the oil was in the kitchen, where the rotis were kept and where exactly i could find the leftover chicken in the fridge.......there, under the window on which a sheet doubled up as a curtain, where i could flop onto the mattress and let the cozy, familiar smelling comforter engulf me into its folds of warmth..........could snoooooooooze without a care in the world until it was dawn in my mind....i was almost sure of the titles of the books on the rack......
the place was mine....or so i thought....until there was jolt that suddenly reminded me with a bang that i didnt belong there, hello!!? .....wasn't i kind of settling down a bit too comfortably in a place where i had never gone before..........which i had never seen......where i will never ever go...
yea....it was time to get back to reality.....so, i got out of that cozy cocoon.....quietly walked out, grieving that it was not mine at all..........shutting the door on the dream that was.
