Freewrite-Funeral

As I woke up I felt like I had been sleeping for ages. My body was numb and as light as a feather. I was completely naked in a partially dark room whose door was open. I could hear cries from somewhere near by. Looking for the source of the sound I somehow managed to get out of the mysterious room. I soon found myself standing in an empty hallway listening to the cries of people whose source I did not know of. There were about ten rooms there and the cries were more of like echos. As I was deciding which room door to open first I saw one of my friends Josh approaching towards me. All of a sudden I felt relieved, seeing that at least I was not in an unknown place. On a normal day Josh would have made fun of my nakedness but today he seemed unfazed as if he hadn't seen me at all. He walked past me and started searching for something in a nearby cupboard. I called his name a few times but he didn't hear me, I stood in front of him, I even tried to touch him but I couldn't. Everytime I tried, my hand went through his body like air. Shocked and terrified I took a step back and stumbled into one of the rooms. It was the room from where the cries were coming. There was a huge table and in the center my photograph had been placed. I was dead and it was my funeral.

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

All the posts under the name Pratibha Badgal AA are my own.


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