Everybody want holidays in their own way.
Everyone loves the holidays!
Our own hometown, relatives, bosom buddies, and fun with the family.
I went on a holiday to my home, six months back. The first day was charming with a full stomach and quite long. It was around 2 am and I woke up suddenly hearing some horrible sound, something like a loud cry.
I looked through the window and the street was calm and our porch was dark. I was alone and a little scared. Found my mobile phone on the couch blinking, and I was shocked to see that. It was a picture of me sleeping and that looked like it was shot by someone, a few moments ago. It was jittery and for the first time, I felt an extreme surge of adrenaline in my body.
I became immobile and sweaty. Thousands of horrifying thoughts dashing my mind as the door and all the windows are locked and nobody has entered. I decided to move out and got nervous as the door wasn’t opening.
Even the mobile phone wasn’t helpful, it was unresponsive and all I could see is the picture of me sleeping. I started shouting by tapping the door, screamed through the window, and nothing helped.
Followed by the electricity supply cut-off, my room was dark, silent and I was staring at fluorescent stickers on the wall. It was a sticker of an angel. I can’t behave like a child to seek help from a sticker pasted, but I started hearing a known voice from it.
The voice was imprecise and sounded mysterious. When I closely listened to the murmuring voice, I figured that it was my mother’s. A sudden positive vibe made a little ease in my heart and I felt free on hearing the voice of my guardian angel. Slowly the voice becomes so clear to an audible state. Eventually, I started feeling a physical push over my arms. And then I realized it was my mom waking me up, “Son! Wake up, It’s 8 O’clock. Have some coffee.”
Yes, It was a dream. Chill!!!
