He was empty inside, so he thought of something. Now he was full again, the thought drifting through his awareness. What it was he was thinking about doesn’t matter, it didn’t for him any way. He looked around and saw someone in a mirror in front of him. Nothing made sense anymore and this mirror reflection didn’t help in this regard because he didn’t recognize himself. He just saw a face staring back at him, a face which looked clueless. He noticed he was was standing in a small room which included the aforementioned mirror plus a door, a window and behind him, a couch. Everything looked somewhat familiar, as if he had been here before, numerous times. The door was closed and the window only showed a brick wall, one or two meters away from the window. He heard the sounds reminiscent of big city traffic buzzing through the window glass. He sat down on the couch and stared through the window. His new view angle didn’t change the scenery. He could still only see the brick wall outside. He heard distant voices and footsteps in the alley outside below him. Suddenly he became aware of the strangeness of his current experience. He didn’t know who he was, where he was or how long he had been here. Was this his room, or a hotel room? It couldn’t be a hotel room because there was no bed. More and more questions popped up inside his mind and within him curiosity awakened. He stood up and walked towards the door. And as he tried to open the door, which was locked by the way, he woke up. Through his bedroom window he could hear the buzzing noises of the city outside.
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