Through the Looking Glass

He reached out and touched the body.  The chair swiveled around till the body was facing Matthew.  Matthew noticed that the creature was easily over six feet in height.  At first glance, he noticed that the appendages and build was remarkably human-like

 He stared at the helmet. The metallic helmet had a gold-colored visor.  Matthew could see his reflection in it.

Matthew saw his reflection in the darkened television screen.  He reached over and grabbed the remote. Maybe some mind-numbing television he wondered turning it on.  Anything to distract me from these weird dreams, he told himself.  

Once again he spied the note on his bedside and shuddered.  He pushed the thoughts from his mind and tried to concentrate on the channels as he pressed the buttons on the remote.

He stopped at the first news channel and stopped.  Nothing like watching someone else’s bad luck to take your mind off of your troubles, he mused. 

He leaned back on the bed and looked up, his mind racing at everything that had happened so far today.  He was adding two plus two and getting five. Nothing seemed to make sense.

The sound of the newscaster quickly became background noise as Matthew collected his thoughts.  “There must be a logical explanation for all of this.” He said aloud. He stood up and began to pace around the hotel room, thinking.

“Everything seemed to start in the shower this morning,” he told himself, “The weird daydream.”

 He grabbed the remote and was tossing it up and down as he paced.   “Then there was the pill bottle in the bathroom.”

He stopped suddenly and quickly made his way to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle.  Once again he read the label. Once again there was only his name and the dosage instructions.  He looked at the bottle perplexed and dropped it back on the counter.

He said puzzled, ‘I am going nuts.”  He ran his hands through his dark short hair.  “I don’t even know up from down anymore.”

His hand reached back for his pocket.  He pulled out his wallet and opened it.  He sighed with relief, “At least I am Matthew Andrews.”  

He stared at his picture on his driver’s license.  He then noticed that it was an Ohio state license. “I live in Ohio?”  

Strange, he could not even recall the town he lived in there.  He looked at the license again. Lemmings, Ohio, it read. “Where?” he called out, “never heard of it.”

 He flipped through his wallet looking at the contents.  “Visa,” he said, “MasterCard, Library Card.”

He shrugged in annoyance, no pictures of friends or relatives.  He was hoping that one would jog his memory. “No such luck,” he fumed

“I am an insurance adjustor for…” he began.

”What the-!” he said aloud, “I can’t even remember who I work for, or where.”

He thought for a second.  “I can remember my childhood.” He contemplated, “But I can’t remember where I live or work.”  Once again he wondered, “Am I going crazy?”

Or am I already? 

“It would explain a great deal.”

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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