The mazes run round him in circles with the colours flying off them in whirlpools. He can see a slip of paper swirling in their midst. He knows instinctively that he must get to that paper. He doesn’t know why he must get it but that it is important he does.
He can hardly see anything but he is single-minded and he will try as long as necessary to get that.
There must be some force somewhere looking kindly upon him for the swirling whirlpools subtly change direction towards him.
He extends out his arm and reaches into the elemental blizzard playing havoc around him…when all of a sudden the vision in front of him blurs and he feels a sudden sense of vertigo. Jolted, he tries to anchor himself to his desperate need…but the swirls are getting out of his control fast.
He tries to hold on but there is nothing to moor him and he can feel the salt taste of dread and frustration on his lips. With it, comes another sound – it has a warm brown aura and he turns his face into the voice for solace.
“Shashi! Wake up!”
The voice comes from over his left shoulder which is being held in a firm grip to gently shake him awake.
He blinks open his eyes to orient himself. He is lying tucked into the divan at the base of the far window in the hotel room. He is still wearing the slacks and a blue button down shirt from yesterday…Enough to tell him that he fell asleep worrying and fearing for his young family. He rubs sleep from his eyes and sits up pressing both hands to his temple as he finds himself waking up with a headache.
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