I looked at the date on the phone: 31.05.2024. The day I was kidnapped... What did that mean? Why, after all this time, was I dreaming about that fateful day? I came to my senses, startled by the sound of the door; The "me" in my dream had left the room. When I tried to open the door to follow him, I suddenly found myself on the other side of the door. At that moment, I realized in the most painful way that I was trapped in the dream of the day I was kidnapped.
I was just eating an apple for breakfast, like I did every morning. As I got up from the dining table and walked towards the study, I looked at the kitchen so carefully for the first time. There was nothing in the kitchen but apples. I opened the refrigerator; just apples...
When I realized that there was not even a gram of salt on the shelves, the weight of my loneliness collapsed on my chest.
How long has it been since I was kidnapped?
Had anyone noticed my absence?
I knew the answer: My loneliness was the biggest prison.
I began to follow my past self like a shadow into the study. He takes the book on the table and puts it in his black bag.