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This morning, for a moment, i was the most scared i've ever been. when you spend everyday of your life waking in the same bed, in the same room, in the house, in the same street, in the same town, you get used to it. And when you drift to bed at night and fall asleep straight away, you forget where you are, and don't care.
As i started to become aware that the role i was living out wasn't real and my eyelids started to open, i was fully expecting to see either the bumpy white wall paper of my bedroom, or the far side of my bedroom with my TV on my chest of drawers. When i saw neither of these my heart started beating faster and faster, and i began to think of what could have happened to me. Was i in prison, had i been kidnapped, or was i still dreaming? And then the moment was over.
As i started to become aware that the role i was living out wasn't real and my eyelids started to open, i was fully expecting to see either the bumpy white wall paper of my bedroom, or the far side of my bedroom with my TV on my chest of drawers. When i saw neither of these my heart started beating faster and faster, and i began to think of what could have happened to me. Was i in prison, had i been kidnapped, or was i still dreaming? And then the moment was over.