When I was lost

“And what about a place you haven’t been to, one you want to visit, some countries, cities and so on?”

“I’m afraid ,dear, there is no place that interests me. Moreover I hate travelling! There isn’t any way you can help me. Life is so boring and doesn’t make sense to me. I’m going to kill myself…”

 “I’ve heard this many times from you. There are still some possibilities…“

“which ones for example? “

I woke up. Cold, silence, loneliness… nothing else except for me in a strange room and the bed I was lying on. No windows, just three doors. I was wearing a thick overcoat  but I still felt a little bit cold ( I could see a small puff coming from my mouth ).  I lied on the bed without moving for several hours – I did not sleep, I was just considering where I was, what had happened ( I had no idea how I had got there and what had been before. The last one, maybe two or three weeks were blind in my mind ). For a moment I thought I was dreaming. No! I hit myself immediately – it was painful. Finally I decided to get up – I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it, something could be wrong with me… but I managed. I opened one  of the doors. It was something like a cupboard -  not empty. There was water in bottles and some food but not the kind we usually eat… there were many small plastic sacks each with either breakfast, lunch or dinner  typed on them.  I took one tittled lunch. It looked like a candy bar but it tasted like meat or ham and was much more nutritious than ordinary candy. I approached the second door. In this cupboard I found many different things. First there was thick clothes which suited the situation a lot. I put on a hat and a pair of gloves. There was a geographical book as well, some papers, a pencil and a key.The third door – I tried to open it several times, without any luck. Then I used the key and it worked! Surprisingly It wasn’t another cupboard… but a room with stairs. As I climbed them one by one it was gettimg colder. I reached the other door. For a while I hesitated, then I opened it. Suddenly frost and wind hit my face. I appeared to be on a flat white surface with a view of the sunrise. There was snow and… nothing. My teeth were chattering - I was very cold. I started running around. Why? I guess I was desperate, I needed to find a door which through I would escape of this incredible world. But such a door didn’t exist.

       I took a piece of paper and  the pancil from the second cupboard and looked at my watch ( I was surprised I still had it ). I decided to write a diary.

22nd September – first day. Where am I? No idea. What will I do?  don‘t know. What is going on? And for how long?Where is my ordinary life, my home and all the people? 

23rd September – second day. I woke up a while ago. I don’t know if it’s  day or  night – no windows here – I had to go out to discover it – it’s early  morning. I don’t usually go outside

( if “ outside“ does exist ). It’s  freezing and nothing is there anyway. Where the hell are  humans!? I’m not hungry at all but I need to drink a lot. I try to read the only one book I have but geography isn’t  my taste. What am I supposed to do here? What’s this all about?

24th September – third day. I came in from “outside” . I had been  looking for people, animals… It took me four hours. I watched a wonderful sunrise… for  four hours. It was,  it’s,  almost  morning… all the time. The  Sun never goes up and never goes down.  What does it mean? I am not sure of anything now. Is it real life… am I still alive?

25th September – fourth day.  I’m lost. I’m lost between day and night…between  death and life!

I was awake and dreaming when I heard a noise – somebody was descending the stairs. I thought I had fallen asleep and it was just a dream. Then the third door opened and somebody entered, he was slowly approaching me. I said, just for fun: “ Hello, how do you feel now, has the sun already went down?“ nothing more…

”Good morning girl, you slept for almost 24 hours“

“what… er… is it my bed, my room? Yeah, what happened? I was… in a weird place, for a  long time. Nobody was there and nothing except for me was alive, even the sun was dead…“

“Awful dream, but now…“

“Dream? No! Well, it couldn‘t be… it was too real.“

“Each of us has a real dream sometimes. If you hit yourself you can still feel it… but you are only dreaming “

Several days after I noticed a geographical book  in my parent’s library. The one I’ve already seen. I opened it on the page where I found a bookmark – there was a chapter: “South pole“!