May 12th, A freaky morning
With sunken eyes, in the wee hours
Awaken for the umpteenth time to pass water
Grasps the mobile phone with incessant notifications popping up
Its light obstructs my view
I switch over to a dark mode
I remember the name, odd, bleak
My heart skips a beat
On my screen, the display picture is dark
But for blurry patches of polka dots punctuating the hollow in his nostrils,
curves on his cheek, arc on his face- oval,
columns on his teeth.
There were an inch closer, monstrous
An incisor striking a pose beneath a canine
- sharp edges
I tap the chatbot
It’s time Michelle, it reads
The message flash through my eyeballs, I crack a smile.
Kindly put the phone away now
The phone slips off my fingers
I lay back to sleep
I see her, my replica
Curled up chatting
Get up, let’s go, we would be late
Another message in a row
Alas!
Who in heaven’s name is on my bed?
I wonder as I get up
Grab the door knob
But it was out of reach
My fingers float in thin air
In a jiffy, the door becomes transparent
I walk through its closed frame
To heed the call of an intruder.