Last Day

Walking through the hallway leading to the door one last time, I titled my head just enough to catch a glimpse of my room without wanting to fill myself with all sorts of emotions. In that fraction of second, I could see myself lying on the bed, face buried in the pillow in deep slumber. It was so surreal.

A tear coerced at the edge of my eye and I felt it sliding down my cheek. I knew that I have to go for this place no longer belonged to me. I have made that decision and it was too late to revert. The familiar things which I had taken for granted suddenly became so important to me. I wanted to bring them with me but it was not to be.

With a heavy heart, I shut my eyes and walked straight. I never looked back. All sorts of wild thoughts ran through my confused mind. What if this....What if that....What if...The 'What-ifs' came fast and furious. Questions and self-doubts aplenty but answers were not forthcoming.

An familiar scent grew stronger with each step I take. I remember this smell. It was just a week ago that I encountered it. 'What is that smell?', muttering under my breath. I struggled to find an answer. Suddenly, I could smell my breath 'reverberating' in my nose and infinitesimally after that I felt my face being squashed. I have hit a wall! Ouch! It all made sense; I had painted my door a week ago.

I am not dying, neither have I banged a wall while my soul leaves my body. (Sorry to disappoint) Just a silly attempt on writing. ha! What is real is, in less than 24hours' time, I will be heading for Denmark to embark on my SEP. Apprehensions aplenty...