She opened her eyes. It was dark. She squinted and rubbed her eyes to adjust to the darkness but nothing much happened. Few seconds should have passed. Something hit her like a hammer to the head. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know what place it was or what she was doing there. She couldn’t remember anything.
‘Don’t panic!’ She whispered to herself but she knew very well that it wouldn’t work. Her heart was racing and drops of sweat started to trickle down her cheeks. She thought of screaming for help but was too frozen with fear even to whisper.
She stood up from wherever she was and slowly began to move with her hands reached out. Few steps and she felt something. It was cold like metal. She tried to feel as much as possible with her hands to figure something out. Not a single ray of light came from anywhere and her racing heart made things only worse. It was still pitch black.
She was still moving slowly, feeling with her hands. Seconds later, it felt like a door knob. A hint of relief washed over her and she pushed the knob. She was terrified that it wouldn’t open but thankfully it did.
She opened the door and stepped out. It was a room and it was totally unfamiliar. The night lamp faintly illuminated the room and she was shocked. Like air rushing into a vacuum, she remembered it all too well.
The place looked unfamiliar because she was on a trip with her friends. She was sleeping. Her throat felt like it was on fire. So she woke up and went to get a glass of water from the next room. She fell asleep again, sitting in a chair, before even getting a glass. It was dark because she did close the door behind her and forgot to turn the lights on.
She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry from the panic attack she just had. “I will never drink in my life ever again!” She muttered to herself and went back to sleep.
Ever felt a sudden urge, like a strong craving, to do something that you love but haven’t done in a long time? As for me, neurons started firing up in my brain (or whatever the science thingy is, I couldn’t care less) and I wanted to just get a pencil and paper and sketch something! Oh, how I wish for the art to just flow when that happens! (Can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even an unrealistic one!)
God had mercy on me, I found some papers at the reach of my eyes. Now the next step for me is more difficult than drawing itself. How do I know? Because, life is not easy. I couldn’t find a pencil. It’s totally on me coz, I left my entire drawing kit back home recently when I was on a vacation. (Shit happens!)
I had to embark myself on a journey of mini treasure hunt across the house, hoping to find a pencil, even a tiny one. No luck!
Show yourself, pencil!
Yeah, like it’s gonna pop up magically! I should have been a witch, I knew it! At least I know a magical solution to blow torch my frustration. I’m gonna go binge watch something on Netflix with a bowl of comfort food.
Until next time, lovely art and you wonderful people!
I’ve never attempted logging journals or diary entries before and not gonna do it in the near future either. You might ask ‘Then what in the holy donut is this?!’. Well, to be honest, I have no idea. May be the ramblings of an overthinking girl who believes in fairy tales. At least the part where they say, ‘…and they lived happily ever after!’
When someone says, ‘Stop overthinking things’, I’m that kind of girl who comes up with 9438 reasons why I couldn’t help it! I was determined to make choco milkshake but I switched the blender on before closing the lid. Well, you know what happened next. You can also imagine my irritation, frustration and all kinds of negative emotions ever known to human because, I prefer every last drop of it in my mouth and not everywhere else!
Sleep is sometimes my bitter enemy. It haunts me like hell when I’m not supposed to sleep and I have to run behind it begging pathetically, when I should. In the aftermath of it, my mind works like a Mad Hatter’s Joint sometimes and I would need an official reboot of my system, using a tub of icecream.
Dear diary, I’m not perfect. I’m not judgey and you won’t judge me either. Pinky swear. It is lovely of you to bear my stupid ramblings. Until next time, bye-bye from me.