The floor gave away. It was holding up everything on it all these years. It remembered the fresh cement smell when it was built way back in 1886. Soon everything changed. People started walking all over it. The heavy furniture started bruising it. Anything dropped carelessly left permanent scars. Chemicals were spilled. Holes were drilled. Carpets smothered it. The weather left cracks. Not to mention the constant pressure gravity exerted on it. The floor held on nevertheless. But today was different. It suddenly felt too weak. Too weak to go on. Or did gravity become stronger? It lay there in pieces wondering about what went wrong.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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