Strong headache woke him up. When it starts like this it feels as if someone stabbed him in the eye. He rolled off the bed and tried to reach for the pills on the nightstand. Not only there were no pills, but there were no nightstand either. It made him wake up and straighten, then take a good look around him. Oddly, the nightstand was there, but on the other side of the bed. Pain didn't allow him to ponder this wandering furniture, as he felt compelled to get the pills. Taking two blue ones, he chewed them. Other than slightly different arrangement, something else was missing from his room and it was - the noise of traffic. He approached the windows and peeked out. Street was still there. Cars were still crowding. Multicolored bus was at the head of the traffic jam. But vehicles didn't grunt, growl or honk. Sound they emitted was closer to hum or buzz. He kept looking in amazement. Passers by wore nice brightly colored clothes, mostly freshly-cut-green, blue-as-morning-sky or as-yellow-as-custard-pie. Not everyone was smiling, but they were greeting each other as they went by.
Phone rang.
He fished his cell phone from upper pocket on his suit, folded over the writing desk just across the bed.
- Hullo? - he answered the call
- Mr. Petrovic? It's Zhana calling... - said unfamiliar female voice.
-Zhana? - he tried not to sound aghast.
- Yes, secretary of your department. Just calling to check if you are all right...
- I don't know, actually - he honestly replied
- Don't worry, just let me know if you are going to take a day off or should we expect you later...
- Oh yes, I'll come... I just..
- Excellent, your colleagues can't wait to see you!
Colleagues? That can't wait to see him?
What kind of Disneyland did I wake to, thought mr. Petrovic to himself.
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