A Short Story
As I walked through the old palace, I couldn’t stop admiring the grandeur of the place. The walls had been a witness to thousands of years of history. As I went on a clicking spree, I tried to capture the moment and the history for ever on my camera. I would relive the moments again.
The sun was setting and there were almost no visitors in the palace. I looked at the setting sun and realized that it was time to go back to the present. As I turned away from the magnificent view of the setting sun, I looked around for a way to the exit. Surprisingly, I did not find any help or signs in the huge dark corridors. The same corridors would have been lit by thousand lights in the past but now they were quickly turning into dark alleys as the sun rapidly descended in the west.
I walked fast toward a corridor, I thought I came through. . The sound of my feet echoing in the empty corridor. Still no sign of life or any sign to get out. I turned at the end of the corridor only to find a dead-end. The sun had set in the horizon. A few moments more and the palace would immerse in darkness. I turned around to find another corridor and walked briskly only to end up in another dead-end.
My heart beat faster as I tried to find a way out of the forsaken place. I turned and ran through another corridor, then another only to be greeted by dead-ends. I swear I came through one of these doors but now it seemed that all the doors had just disappeared. I shouted for help as my throat turned dry. Was it fear? I ran around the corridors stumbling sometimes on the beautiful furniture kept there only to find dead-ends after dead-ends. The only sound was the soft rustle of the wind through the corridor, my feet and my heavy breathing. I ran around trying desperately to get out until I could run no more. I sat at the end of the corridor with only the sound of my heavy breathing for company. I was trapped, trapped in the big palace with all its history and beauty. The wind had fallen silent and there was hardly any fresh air. I breathed heavily to get more air in.
As I turned, I could see a door at the far end of the corridor. I struggled to walk but the feet were heavy as if pulled by an extra force of gravity. The more I tried, the more distant the door went. I was trapped inside the grand palace, trapped forever!
I woke up breathing heavily as I looked around my bedroom. The light from the street lights on the road seeped through the opaque window of my bedroom. I tried to regulate my breathing as I found myself in the comfort of my bed.
Its just another night! Its just another nightmare
Note: The story is very much based on a nightmare, I had few days back. I could remember most of the details of the dream. It still makes a good story.