Timeless

Recur

Here I was again. Every time I drift off I was drawn to this place; a place that never existed in reality. It was a place that allows me to retrace everything. But every time I felt like I was close to something, I was drawn back to reality, to consciousness. I think I was under a hypnotic treatment where I had to talk to a shrink and had to emerge myself in nightmares.

I started walking past the halls. It was dark and every step I took echoed. I felt uneasy at the thought of being alone at this point. What if I won't make it back? I shook off thoughts like that. It wasn't like I live in a fantasy world.

People started appearing in front of me. They were dressed in fancy clothes. One was even wearing one of those expensive brands you'd see on display in prestigious department stores.

I approached the main entrance. I looked at my reflection at one

of the glass doors and noticed I wasn't wearing the clothes I worn earlier. I

looked different. I had some make up on and I could hear music filling in the

halls.

Something was wrong. I shouldn't be here. Was this still part of

my dream or was it only just a dream? Did it have something to do with what I

have to see? I didn't know the answers to it.

A hand touched my bare shoulders. I recognized the face. Clint.

 

"Why are you still standing here?" I didn't respond. I wanted to say something

but something held back my tongue like I was under an enchantment.

He held me close and kissed my forehead. I could only wait for

what more could happen.

We entered the place and I was enamored to its grandiosity. I

couldn't help but feel that. It felt like I was here before. Maybe I've been

here before since I was clearly with Clint.

He pulled a seat and gestured to me to sit down.

"What do you think about this place?" he smiled and took my hand to kiss it.

"I'm dazzled. Everything looks perfect. I wonder why we haven't been here before."

I said. The butler poured us some wine. I raised my glass.

I got a feeling of Déjà vu.

His phone rang and he looked at me. He got up and took the call a few meters away.

Anger swelled in me...no, pain. Then I decided I

felt regrets. I stabbed my steak with a fork. To my surprise I even stood up

and left the table. No, I didn't leave it. Something brought me to the

emergency exit. It happened so fast that it was like a movie was being played

and it was fast-forwarded by someone who didn't want to see some boring flicks.

Then I was at the exit. I didn't know why I didn't

leave yet. I tried to reach the door handle but my arm won't move. I tried

reaching it with the other hand. But it was no success. I waited for a few

moments to pass and I reached again. This time the door opened and everything faded to white.

I opened my eyes and the ceiling stared back at