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Chapter 8

Sometimes you are so at peace that you just don't want to go back to the usual chaos that seems to engulf you from the moment you open your eyes. You just wish to stay untangled from the problems of the world, no matter how minor. You wish to sleep a little longer, not just to wear off your tiredness but just to break the never ending cycle of pain and hardships. Being satisfied to let yourself on the lose, not being concerned about things for a while, letting yourself away from the nightmares which have otherwise resided in your being.  

When you wake up, you feel all the kind of responsibilities breaking up on you, taking a toll on everything you think about or plan, because everything does not go the way you usually want it to go. We do make plans for our next day before we fall asleep, but end up chickening out a bit, reprimanding ourselves to back out because we are not really ready for them. Certain fears linger in our minds, insecurities wash over our conscience and the sense of incapability always looms over our thoughts. 

But if you're having a dreamless, particularly nightmare less sleep, preferably oblivion, you have no urge to rise up. My numb body stays limp, not urged to be awakened in the slightest. A ray of light falls on my closed lids, persuading me to peel them open, to yet again be mixed in the brink of struggles in life. But my body contradicts it, wanting to lay there, unmoving.

I currently lay on a very smooth surface which suspiciously feels like a very cozy bed with my eyes closed. A part of me wants to get up and examine the surroundings, but the pessimistic part reminds me of the pain and loneliness I endure every breathing minute, making me not able to open my eyes.

I convince myself and attempt opening my lids when bright light blinds my view, making me flutter them a few times to adjust to the surroundings. Still lying, I look up at the high ceilings of the room I'm in.

My orbs catch patterns of false ceiling lining the corners of the junction of the walls with the roof. A dainty and intricate chandelier hangs in the middle, so huge but so beautiful. A crystal upside down umbrella shaped, woven with balls of crystals, reflecting the sunlight in the form of rainbows all around making vibgyor patterns in circles on the roof. I sit up and take in my surroundings and to say I'm awestruck would be an understatement.

My unhinged jaw remains hanging as I gaze around. The place seems like something out from a freaking Disney movie, a castle to be more precise. Every inch of the room speaks volume of the class and taste of the owner.

The bed I am lying on is dark grey with white sheets, contrasted just like the color of the room. It has grey walls and to be honest they don't even appear to me as painted walls rather they look leathery if that even makes sense and it most definitely screams wealth. A broke person like me would only be able to pass the advertisement page of these decorations in the brochure, skimming their fingers over the glossy page that holds this artistic goodness, but looking at it in real life seems surreal.

 A black bed bench is placed at the foot of the bed, cushiony and cozy looking at that. To my sides, the black night stands are fixed on the walls, embedded in leathery walls. Can you believe it, they are fixed and each have two drawers right below them.

The nightstand I have back at my place is so weird that I keep hitting my toes on it. And it hurts like a dog's wife. And lets just not talk about the abuse my poor pinky toe has endured because of that.

Looking farther carefully, my eyes fall on the two gigantic lamps on the nightstands, bright and glowing. A huge LED is planted on the wall opposite the bed, under which are shelves holding heaps of books. A giant black dresser is placed on one side and the recliner on the other. The wall in front of which the recliner is placed, is glass, like floor to ceiling glass which I'm not really sure shows because from where I all I am able to see is the blue sky.