When I was about 14, something strange happened to me one night. I went to bed at my usual time, as I had every other night, without thinking anything out of the ordinary was going to occur. I felt the same comfort and safety in my room, and after a few minutes of lying there, I drifted off to sleep. However, what followed was anything but normal.
I woke up what felt like just a few hours later, but the sunlight coming through the window seemed unusual. It was bright and piercing, almost as if I had missed an entire day. As I groggily looked at the clock, I realized with horror that I had been asleep for two full days. Panic immediately set in, and I couldn’t understand how or why this had happened.
In a state of alarm, I rushed downstairs to find my family. I had to know if they had noticed anything strange during my sleep. I ran into the living room and frantically asked them, “Do you know that I’ve been sleeping for two days? What happened? Why didn’t anyone wake me?” My mind was racing, and I just needed answers, but my family’s response left me even more confused.
They didn’t seem to react the way I expected. Instead of being concerned or offering any explanation, they acted completely indifferent. My question was met with silence, followed by the suggestion that I sit down and have some breakfast. It was as if nothing unusual had happened at all, as if the fact that I had lost two days was not worth mentioning.
I sat down at the kitchen table, trying to make sense of it all. My mind kept circling back to the strange occurrence, and the more I thought about it, the more unsettled I became. Why was my family acting so strangely? How could they not be concerned that I had been unconscious for so long? It didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were hiding something from me.
As I ate my breakfast in a daze, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was missing something bigger. Something was off, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. But for the time being, I sat there quietly, unsure of what to do next, still haunted by the question of what really happened during those two lost days.