I am one of the few contented souls that had shamelessly benefited by the economic crisis, not because I had a fortune so huge that makes me immune to the negative effect of it. In fact, apart from owning my modest home, there's usually hardly anything left in the bank, after the basic essentials of the simple living is paid for; but purely by good fortune rather than by design. Precisely because of the crisis, I was able to, for the first time in my life, buy my own house, a little one, in the outskirts of the city, at half the price of it's former value of few years back.
Today is the first day I am actually occupying the new home; new in the sense that it's officially mine, but the state of the house needs quite a lot of repair and general upgrading. The surroundings are a little desolate, with a couple of trees lying fallen from the last storm. But, I am happy. I spent the most part of the day running around the house cleaning, sorting and putting this and that in cupboards and drawers whistling, thinking I would surely sleep like a baby when I, finally, made my way toward the bedroom, contentedly exhausted. I practically collapsed into bed ... with eyes wide open, a thousand twist and turns, and several thousand sheep counted, but awake!! Barefooted, I got out of bed, and noticed something gleaming, a shadowy figure on the foot of the bed. I fumbled for the light switch; it didn't work. My heart began to accelerate, and I heard breathing that's not my own. Nervous and with hands trembling, I searched inside the drawer of the bedside table for a candle, and lit it. God, now I saw it, an alien monster, hairy and dribbling. Before I could do anything it threw itself on top of me. I jumped ... and woke up, profusely perspiring. It was just a nightmare I thought to myself. At this very instant the doorbell rang. Who could that be in the middle of the night? Through the peep-hole on the door I saw the handsome young face of one of the students of my Tango class, where I go each Friday night. How strange I thought that he should visit me at such an odd hour while opening the door. He seemed distressed or frightened, and I was still quite affected by the nightmare earlier. As soon as the door was opened, 4 or 5 big and rough men jumped out from nowhere looking fierce and menacing. My handsome visitor faced them and before I could react, one of the angry bullies raised a sizable stone with both his hands and forcefully crushed it right on top of his head, splitting it into two ... I woke up, again, giddy and shaking. Didn't I wake up once before already without even having fallen asleep? Or had I fallen asleep and woke up from it twice? I am now wording on a classified Ad. 'House for sale. Very cheap and immediately available'. |
Current Mood: 
Cranky
Cranky 
