Pink As A Ghost

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I wake up from my regretful afternoon sunday nap. My eyes feel like 50 pounds. Each. Wait, there’s too much light. I part my lids a little only to welcome a flash of pink attacking my vision. Yes, it’s an attack, a battle and I decide to retreat. “FALL BACK”, shouts my head to the brave pair of my eyes and they quickly obey to close the gates at once.

It’s all dark again. Well, not exactly dark. More like a dark pinki-sh dark which is weird. Isn’t this awake but closed eyes dark - orange dark? You know more like a mustard dark? Definitely nothing in this magenta mixed with a hue of white shade dark. This looks a bit more funny, you know. More like creamy. Strawberry? Maybe. No. brain. stop! It’s only 10 seconds since you’ve been awake. Atleast catch some breath, get some oxygen before you begin your useless work. No No, don’t start thinking about food again! Okay enough. I’m awake.

My brain commands the soldiers to open the gates and like a mindless jerk, they obey. The gates open halfway and shut again, open again and shut, open shut, open shut, Ooopen…..

What the hell!

Where am I? Why are there pink walls around me. My room is not pink and hip, it’s white and sad. And what about this smoke. Why is this also pink? Where is this coming from?

I get up from the bed and look around. One chair and nothing. Not even a door. I was surrounded by pink walls, a pink chair next to the bed and pink smoke emanating from the ground.

Best Day Ever!

I grin as I jump around the room with my hands flying in the air like a child who just snorted sugar. I, for once, am out for my own adventure. I’m going to be the Bilbo baggins of this story, and I have nice feet. What more can this life offer.

I come running around the room and aim towards the sacred bed, I take a giant leap and pretend to fly for few seconds before landing face first on the bouncy little bed. People who know me know that I can sleep for 24 raised to the power infinity hours. And staying in a room outside of my parents place with no one to disturb, no barking of my stupid dog and no annoying younger sibling to tend to, this is a dream come true.

I get comfortable on the bed and pull the blanket over my face. It smells nice. It smells familiar. What is this essence? Mmmm…..Strawberry? Strange. I was just thinking about it. Wait. Am I inside a wish fulfilling room of sorts? Well, who cares! I’mma gonna sleep the pink out of it.

But wait! How did I get here? Well good question but let me nap before acting adult.

I roll over to the left of the bed and let my hand fall. The rising smoke felt nice on my hand, a little ticklish but nice ticklish. I knew this was it, heaven. If I’m dead, I swear I have no regrets. I just wanna close my eyesss and sle….

Wait. What was that noise?

Did you hear it?

No?

Okay listen again…..

There.

Did you hear this time?

Is that a creak? The sound’s not coming from the bed. I feel like it’s the chair. But no one’s sitting on it.

Oh god! Again!

I climb down from the bed to inspect. I go around the chair but nothing unusual. I hold the back of the chair and shake it, no sound.

Weird.

I hold the chair and place its seat towards me. I go down to sit on it but stop mid-way. I don’t know why I did that. It’s a little funny honestly that pose. Anyway, I sit on the seat and…… no creak!

So weird.

Maybe I should try to rock it. Uhhh, this feels heavy now. I give a push backward with my leg and it suddenly moved a lot more than I anticipated. The chair went back-back-back-up until the movement became down-down-down and…..bam!

I wake up from my regretful afternoon sunday nap. My eyes feel like 100 pounds. Each. Wait. I see pink. But that’s more like a cloth. Oh no, my mother is wearing her pink jammies and she looks mad.

‘Wake-up! You need to walk the dog. He’s going crazy here.’

Oh great! Welcome back white walls.