Two months had passed by. It was night time. Hoggar was sitting pensively on his bed. Thousands of things were there to think about it but he chose just one single thing. One single thing that made him happy after all those things he had lost. He hadn’t dreamt at all since the Mother’s orphanage’s fire incident. He was in the hospital for about 15 days. A matured friendly relationship had blossomed between the angelic nurse and him. He was so happy about it. He never even believed he could find love at all. It had not become love yet, at least from her side but still he was happy. After all the hardships he had gone through the last 2 months, one can’t deny the fact that he at least deserved some kind of happiness.
There was also an other thing that made him happy, the fact that the dreams had just disappeared. His nights became devoid of dreams. Sometimes his sleeps were not even like sleeps. It was just like some time ripping session. Some mornings he had actually felt like he as if he didn’t sleep at all the previous night. But these things didn’t actually worry him. In fact he didn’t worry about anything at all.
The minute he felt his pillow under his head, he would just drift away to another world. A world without any dreams, a world without anything at all, a world replete with only chasms and abyss. But that day was a little different. He slept well till about 3:50 in the morning. But……..
The clock showed 4 in the morning. Hoggar looked so motionless in sleep that he looked like as if he was hibernating. Suddenly the clock just started moving fast. The minute hand was rotating ten times its normal speed. In about a minute 4 hours passed in the clock. Whether it was just a minute or four hours, there was one thing that just remained constant. It was Hoggar. He just laid there. Without getting up. Without movement. Without anything. The clock continued its mad spree. In about six minutes the next day had come and still he was lying on the bed, motionless, lifeless.
Hoggar got up with a shock. Since he didn’t dream at all for about 2 months, the dream that he got that day felt remotely strange. He didn’t believe what was happening to him. He didn’t want to believe anything at all. He just wanted to have a good sleep, which meant a time ripping sleep. He couldn’t watch himself lying motionless and lifeless. He didn’t know what to do. He saw the clock and it showed 3:57. There was nothing to worry, he assured himself. The war between fate and him was over. He could sleep his time-ripping-sleep happily.
The clock showed 4 in the morning. Hoggar looked so motionless in sleep that he looked like as if he was hibernating. Suddenly the clock just started moving fast. The minute hand was rotating ten times its normal speed. In about a minute 4 hours passed in the clock. Whether it was just a minute or four hours, there was one thing that just remained constant. It was Hoggar. He just laid there. Without getting up. Without movement. Without anything. The clock continued its mad spree. In about six minutes the next day had come and still he was lying on the bed, motionless, lifeless.
Did he wake up? I leave it to you.
There was also an other thing that made him happy, the fact that the dreams had just disappeared. His nights became devoid of dreams. Sometimes his sleeps were not even like sleeps. It was just like some time ripping session. Some mornings he had actually felt like he as if he didn’t sleep at all the previous night. But these things didn’t actually worry him. In fact he didn’t worry about anything at all.
The minute he felt his pillow under his head, he would just drift away to another world. A world without any dreams, a world without anything at all, a world replete with only chasms and abyss. But that day was a little different. He slept well till about 3:50 in the morning. But……..
The clock showed 4 in the morning. Hoggar looked so motionless in sleep that he looked like as if he was hibernating. Suddenly the clock just started moving fast. The minute hand was rotating ten times its normal speed. In about a minute 4 hours passed in the clock. Whether it was just a minute or four hours, there was one thing that just remained constant. It was Hoggar. He just laid there. Without getting up. Without movement. Without anything. The clock continued its mad spree. In about six minutes the next day had come and still he was lying on the bed, motionless, lifeless.
Hoggar got up with a shock. Since he didn’t dream at all for about 2 months, the dream that he got that day felt remotely strange. He didn’t believe what was happening to him. He didn’t want to believe anything at all. He just wanted to have a good sleep, which meant a time ripping sleep. He couldn’t watch himself lying motionless and lifeless. He didn’t know what to do. He saw the clock and it showed 3:57. There was nothing to worry, he assured himself. The war between fate and him was over. He could sleep his time-ripping-sleep happily.
The clock showed 4 in the morning. Hoggar looked so motionless in sleep that he looked like as if he was hibernating. Suddenly the clock just started moving fast. The minute hand was rotating ten times its normal speed. In about a minute 4 hours passed in the clock. Whether it was just a minute or four hours, there was one thing that just remained constant. It was Hoggar. He just laid there. Without getting up. Without movement. Without anything. The clock continued its mad spree. In about six minutes the next day had come and still he was lying on the bed, motionless, lifeless.
Did he wake up? I leave it to you.
2 comments:
if he wokes up i wud have got a chance to read few more interesting chapters...
Gud work da...keep posting
interested in the choice of name - why Hoggar?
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