Awake or Asleep

Inhaling a long breath, he gathered his thoughts while packing his things. It was time to move, move far away. He had no idea yet where he was going but there was a dire need to begin, a bubbling desire just ready to rush through the surface. A change was needed; desperately. Suitcase after suitcase was tossed around, countless things discarded.

 

He came across an old fan that shook his entire momentum. Pausing the erratic packing, his fingers trailed over the metallic wires that decorated the old device, the copper cord that was rusty, worn out and has seen better years. He released a breath as if he forgot to breathe while memories began to flood through his tormented mind. "I tried...I really tried..." he whispered, hand reaching to turn the turbine around, a small creak ringing in his ear like a broken melody.

 

Forgotten dreams left behind and an unexpected journey ahead. Who knew that moving forward was always halted by a simple memory ready to hold you back to try again. Sometimes having false hopes can shoot any chances of finding something better or taking risks.

 

That was the moment he woke up from a deep slumber. His eyes wet with tears while trying to remember where exactly he was at this point of time. The thought always occurred, was he really awake or still asleep?

 

P.S. Bambi made this beautiful fan, all old and glorious with rust and curls of wires that I adore. (I will not reveal what else went on with the making of this but she knows what I am talking about :p) This also inspired me to create an on going series where I will select 1 item she created with love and care to write some surreal stories around. I am so happy that I can see her work come to life and that she allows me to hold her hand through the creation process. Hope you enjoyed the story. :))

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