THE LAST SLEEP

It was about to be midnight. He had no sleep; but he was tired. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He turned on the light and closed the door. He opened the faucet and looked at himself in the mirror. The water was flowing… he kept looking at himself, and the water was flowing… “There is something weird,” he thought. He approached the mirror. He looked at his right eye, reflected in the mirror image. He immediately focused on his left eye. He couldn't. He tried to focus to both eyes at once. He couldn't. He thought if he could, he'd figure out the cause of the whole weirdness... he couldn't. The water was flowing… He was looking into one eye then the other eye. While he was going on like this, as he passed from one eye to the other, he noticed the water. He hadn't washed his hands and face. Thereafter he washed his hands and face without looking in the mirror again; turned off the faucet. He turned off the light and opened the door. This is what was weirder. The sun had risen and the house was illuminated. It was midnight when he entered the bathroom. "Ho...how...how," he murmured. He ran to the balcony. He inhaled the fresh scent of morning. "It must be 8-9 a.m." he thought. He turned to look at the clock, and at that moment the balcony collapsed.

    He woke up startled. The water was flowing. The sound of the water frightened him. He must have fallen asleep on the ground. He got up and looked in the mirror. He had impressed by the dream, for that reason he immediately cut off eye contact with the mirror. He washed his hands and face, turned off the faucet, turned off the light. He shivered as he put his hand on the doorknob. He waited for a fraction of a second, as if time had stopped. He suddenly opened the door and opened his eyes, which he had closed at the last moment. It was midnight. He took a deep breath. Actually, why was he so scared? Even if it was not midnight but morning, it was perfectly normal. He had fallen asleep after all. He lay on his bed. He woke up in the morning. It must have been morning; but it was still dark. He looked at his watch. It was 08.17 a.m.. He immediately ran to the balcony. The sun was rising in the sky; but interestingly it didn't illuminate the Earth. Before he understood what was happening, the balcony collapsed.

    He woke up startled. The water was flowing. "Is that a dream too," he thought. He left the sink without washing his hands and face. It was dark and everything looked real. "Am I still dreaming," he asked himself. "How can I understand this," he thought. He squeezed his arm. It hurt. "No, I may have done this in my sleep," he told himself. He tried a few more things. Then he went to bed. He lay down and thought about his dreams. It was very strange and frustrating. After that, he fell asleep. In the morning everything started normally, the next day it was normal, and the next day and the next week and the next year. It was going normally; but there had been a lot of progress for his life. He was getting married today. He had met her a while ago and had fallen in love with her. They had decided to get married soon after. He was very excited when he woke up in the morning. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He turned on the light and closed the door. He opened the faucet and looked at himself in the mirror. The water was flowing... He was very exciting. "The happiest day of my life," he thought. Just then, a disturbing moment occurred to him. His dreams in the sink, that from last year. He must have been so uncomfortable that he immediately came out of the bathroom. He took his phone and called the girl he was going to marry. He was so relieved when he heard her voice. He hadn't noticed that he had come out onto the balcony as he continued to talk on the phone. He was very happy when his speech was over. He shuddered at that moment. He was on the balcony again, and he felt the same as back then. Everything seemed to be falling apart. It happened. Balcony was collapsed.

    He woke up startled. There was no sound of water. He opened his eyes in surprise. He wasn't in the sink. He was in bed. He was overly relieved because he had remembered everything. He had already married the girl whom he was going to marry in his dreams. She was sleeping next to him right now. Unlike his dream, she was old and so was himself. He was busy for a while remembering the life he spent with her and smiling. He was absolutely sure it wasn't a dream. He didn't think of anything else. He felt in his heart that he wasn't in a dream, kissing his wife on the forehead. He happily fell asleep again. He never wanted to dream like those dreams again. He never dreamed again. It was their last sleep.