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I started to open my eyes, unaware of where I was. The last sounds of gunshots echoed in my ears as a bright light shone on my face. As if out of instinct, I closed my eyes once more, away from the blazing light. I don’t remember how long my eyes were shut, maybe it was a few minutes, maybe an hour. I have no idea.
Pieces of the fight started flashing before my eyes. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me through a winding maze with corridors full of identical doors that were either locked or lead to more corridors. There was a prison filled with people. People I knew. Friends, family, acquaintances all sitting in rows, but there was something unsettling about the scene. Almost as if I was seeing double. I remember rubbing my eyes, attributing the odd sight to exhaustion or dehydration from being at war for days.
But no, I wasn’t seeing double. Twins. Everywhere. Soon, they all stood up and started charging at the prison gates, angry at something, someone. Me. In fear I ran, once again, as fast as my legs would carry me. BAM! I fell. I tripped over something, or over nothing, I don’t know. All I know is that I could taste the floor. Within the span of three seconds, there was a nerf gun in my hand and Drax appeared, seemingly materializing out of thin air with some type of giant weapon, pointed right at me. It most definitely was not a nerf gun.
Exhausted and filled with despair, seeing no way out of the situation, I closed my eyes ready for sudden death. When, suddenly, a loud blaring filled my ears, I opened my eyes and the maze started disappearing along with Drax, the creepy twins, and my nerf gun.
Piece by piece my bedroom started materializing as I extended my arm to turn the dreaded sound off. My entire body ached, almost as if it was made of jello. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, in shock, unaware of what was a reality and what was a dream. I couldn’t remember if my second cousin actually had a twin or not, or if my very own sister had a twin. As I traveled between the two worlds, with parts of my mind and body feeling like they’d been separated in different dimensions, as I waited for my mind to form cohesive thoughts trying to differentiate between the hard rocky floor of the maze and the soft comfort of my bed. As I woke up this morning, I felt more discombobulated than ever before.
Discombobulate: is a fun, fancy word for “confuse.” If something has put you in a state where you don’t know up from down and you can’t spell your own name, you may be discombobulated.
~ Prisha Khimavat ~
Duration: 27 minutes
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