transumptive "after" thoughts

Below is a story that was originally written (by me only) on 28/02/2007, only publishing it late. Hope you like it! When the last of the guests left, I went back into the hall to feel the emptiness that’s not only in the room but also inside me. It’s strange how even a house full of people can also make you feel so lonely. Sometimes I would just wake up to see if I really am as alone as I feel, only to find a warm body breathing steadily beside me, so very peaceful, so much unlike me. Does anyone else feel what I feel? Has anyone in the house noticed? I crept downstairs into the library; I fixed myself a drink from the leftovers on the bar, picked up the book that I had seen him read. He looked so much interested & lost in it. I had walked past him twice to make him notice me. But he didn’t. Not that I’m surprised, I don’t even look into the mirror anymore, in the fear that maybe I’m really invisible! I couldn’t read a word, so I just finished my drink, lit up a

Certain stories are difficult to start. Even though you intend to relay it word-by-word, some stories are difficult to express unless you are a writer of high caliber. Please be assured, I’m not one of those and shall do my levels best to put this simply, minus the confusion! Before I even as much as begin with the story, I just want to ask all the readers if they’ve ever had a repetitive dream or nightmare… I’m a person who believes that dreams have a meaning… if anyone else also believes in the same, care to interpret this one for me? Allow me to provide you with a brief synopsis of what happened sometime before I slept off as I think its related to the nightmare I had last night… As most of you know, my cousin is currently in town from Doha. We spend shit-loads of time together… however, this story is to do with my nightmare, therefore won’t get into that. We had to meet up a common friend of ours at Starbucks (SB) in Al Ghurair. He picked us up in a White Toyot