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Inverted

So like every other day I was sitting on my bed forcing my eyes open and trying to focus on the ongoing History lecture. History had never been fun for me. And it just seems worse on a laptop screen at home. Maybe because Shanaya wasn’t here. She always kept me awake even in the most boring of the topics with her silly gossips. But I was stuck here. For 5 months, I hadn’t even seen Shanaya. Oh well, I had at least seen here on the rare occasions when she turned on her video in the online lectures, mostly to show off her new hairstyles.

“Daisy! I hope you haven’t fallen asleep?” Mum called out.

“If this isn’t a dream, I haven’t fallen asleep yet,” I replied.

My teacher kept on blabbering about the French Revolution. I could feel my eyelids drooping. And finally I found myself in France, in Bastille.

Now if you are an expert sleeper (like me), you can usually tell the difference between a dream and the reality, even when you are in the deepest sleep. I decided to enjoy my trip to Bastille. I mean, come on! I was inside my home for five months!

But I had reached there at the wrong time. A war was going on between the troops and the civilians. I somehow ran away and found myself in a dark rusty room. It was fine. It was a dream. And I surely didn’t want to go back to the reality.

I started muttering to myself. I complained about how boring life had become. The muttering soon turned into a loud revolutionary speech. I spoke and spoke and spoke. I was enjoying it. I could scream, I could swear, I could do anything I wanted.

But what happened next was unreal. As I said, I can usually differentiate between a dream and reality. But at that moment, I wasn’t very sure that it was indeed a dream, because I heard a voice. Which seemed to come from the reality.

“What do you want then?” the voice asked.

Before I even knew, I replied, “I want life to be different. I am tired of this boring way!”

“How different do you want it to be?”

“As different as it can be!” I replied it frustration.

“Your life would never be the same again!” The voice boomed for the last time.

I woke up. In a shock. I had a strong feeling that I just had a conversation with God.

Well, if that was true, I was finally going to get rid of this boredom! My life was going to be heaven, right?

Wrong.

***

I woke up. I was still at home. It was still the History lecture going on. What was different? Everything seemed the same- wait! I spotted something weird.

I looked at my textbook. What! The text had suddenly inverted! It was printed from right to left! I looked at my bed. It used to be at the right side of the room, but now it was at the left! I looked around. Each and everything had laterally inverted! To double check, I raised my right hand. Wait, did I just say right? ‘coz I raised my left! Seemed as if I was in a mirror world! Cool.

I popped out of my bed and went downstairs. It was difficult. It didn’t seem like my house at all!

“Mum!” I called out. Woah! She seemed different.

“Been you have where?” She asked.

“What?” I was puzzled. What did she just say?

“Been you have where, said I.” She repeated.

Oh! This was the mirror world! I’ll have to invert the sentences too! So she’s saying ‘where have you been?’

“I was in my room,” I replied.

“Huh?”

“Room was my in I.” I stammered. I forgot I had to invert the sentences too.

“Mean you do what?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

“Room my in was I,” I said correctly.

“Hmm.” She seemed convinced. “Breakfast your have. Days these naughty really being are you.” she said.

I smiled sheepishly. This was getting really weird.

“Me for article this read just you can,” she said handing me the newspaper. “Specs my lost I seems.”

It was getting increasingly difficult to translate her sentences. Nonetheless, I took the newspaper. I was getting sick. The whole text was mirrored!

I somehow convinced my mom that I was not feeling well (which was incredibly difficult considering the fact that I had to reverse all my sentences) and I shut myself in my room.

I plugged in my headphones and turned on some music. Music always calms me.

UGHHHH! The lyrics had reversed too!

I threw away my headphones. Was my life going to be like this? Forever? Noo!!

I tried to sleep and was suddenly reminded of what the voice had said. ‘My life was never going to be the same again’. That meant that even this mirror life wasn’t going to be so forever. It was temporary.

I spent the rest of the day making wondrous discoveries of how I could write inverted text with my ‘apparent’ left hand and how the inverted sentences seemed nonsensical and funny at the same time. I avoided speaking though.

Finally it was bedtime and after I wished my parents a ‘Night Good’ and ‘Dreams Sweet’, I went to sleep.

Once again, I was in the dark room.

“What a day! I hope it would be all normal again?” I said.

“Normal? Oh no! It would be different!” The voice said.

“But please let it be fun!”

“What do you mean by fun? What do you do for fun?”

“I jump on trampolines!” I replied frustrated again. Uh-oh. Big mistake.

“Nice.”

“Hey! What are you going to do?”

“You like those space travel movies, right?”

“Hey- what-“

But the voice had vanished. I was alone. Where was I going to wake up?

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