ime,
My
t
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he alarm on my phone rang loudly. Again and again. It's 3 am already?
I still felt sleepy. Tomorrow is the medicine paper. A huge load of
syllabus hasn't been covered yet. But I don't care anymore. I'm done.
Whatever happens tomorrow, it's none of tonight's business. I forgive
myself for not starting earlier. I deserve some sleep now.
"Good discussion", I sarcastically praised my mind. e con�ict had to be
resolved somehow. Con�ict between the superego and instincts. Instincts
Soham Banerjee win. I'm sleeping. Let's set the alarm to 8 in the morning.
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I sat up. My
body is
trembling. Is
it fear? No,
it s too cold
for my body
not to
shiver.
My hands froze, along with me.
What's that?
My phone's lock screen is a beautiful landscape, of the Himalayas, with the
blue sky above and a still bluer lake in Front of the mountains. Sorry. It was.
Now my eyes tell me that the lockscreen is a photo of myself. Not just any
photo of me, but me sleeping on this very bed, in this very room, in the same
orientation I was sleeping just a few moments ago.
I asked myself, "How is this possible?".
No answers came. My mind was too frightened, it had shut down. I consoled
my mind, "calm down now, we gotta work together".
I sat up. My body is trembling. Is it fear? No, it's too cold for my body not to
shiver. At least 5 minutes passed before I could start thinking properly.
"So, there's a photo of me sleeping in the lockscreen. I was sleeping. No one
else was there in the room. Room is locked. e window, too. As far as my
memory permits, I think there's no sleeping sel�e in my phone."
Suddenly, I was interrupted. e phone started ringing. My heart skipped a
beat, as I was so detached from the surroundings.
Who is it? e screen displays no name. It's too creepy.
Mind ordered me "Don't answer it". I tried to listen to him, but curiosity
intervened. I picked up the phone.
“Hello?"
A groaning sound came from the other side, as if from a distant corner of the
world.