IT'S ONLY A FAIRY TALE

THE EXPERIMENT

I opened my eyes slowly. Having regained my consciousness, I tried to figure out where I was. I observed the white walls, my bed, the digital clock, the notebook, smart tv, the cables around my head and body. It must be a hospital. Yes, I recognized the place very well. It was Hamad International Hospital in Doha, Qatar. No, no, no. More precisely it was a hidden laboratory in that hospital. Suddenly the door alarm beeped. Someone was coming inside. A man was entering the room. I knew him. Professor Krish Kumar, and Indian scientist.

“Good day, Mr. Amoeck,” said the curly professor with his Indian accent.

He gave me a big smile.

“Good day,” I smiled back at him.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, sure.”

I still tried to grasp what had happened. Yes, I remember.  I participated in an experiment. A scientific experiment.

“How is the experiment?” I asked the tan skin professor.

“Great! We did it.”  The man removed his glasses, rubbed it, and then explained in scientific languages which mostly I did not understand.

“In short,” finally he said. “We have been successful to bring you to the world that you have created in your book, in your novel. At least, that what we had seen in the our super computer. Now, it is your turn to tell what you have had experienced.”

I tried to recall my unconscious memory. I told him everything that I remembered.

I woke up from sleep in my chair and the monitor of the computer in front of me was on. Was I dreaming? I shuddered with horror remembering the dream. It was a woman. For the third time in a row, I met the same woman in my dream. I rechecked the story I had been writing. I read the characters I had created very thoroughly. The same, exactly the same! The woman in my dream was exactly the same as one of the characters in my story. A really weird dream. I tried to recall it, her physical appearance, how she walked, her face, her voice, and her personalities. Crazy! How come?

I stood up and walked to the window,  opened the window slowly, and then gazed at the stars far above the sky and tried to refresh my mind. I inhaled the fresh air in the early morning, and enjoyed the view. But the weird idea suddenly came up again. It is always like this every day. Am I not bored?

I got back to my seat and tried to think it over and over again. Was the contact with my character real or just a dream? Or was it the other way around? What I feel now is a dream and the incident with the woman was real? I took a deep breath and sifted my cold coffee, then tried to recall my memory about our contact. I remembered very clearly, how my heart beat very fast when I looked at her. Was I falling in love? Crazy! How could I fall in love with a character that I had created myself?

I closed my eyes and tried to find the answers; suddenly, a voice from nowhere surprised me: Is it  just a fairy tale. It really surprised me. What? Am I really just a fairy tale? How come? I felt that all of these were real.

I tried to control myself and eased off my emotion. I closed my eyes tightly. A moment later, I regained my peace and started thinking again. I wondered...

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