Last week, I woke up one morning at around 5:15 am or so. I was startled by the kind of dream I'd had. Like most dreams, I could only retain fragments of it in my memory and as time went by, the more i tried to recollect, the more did I find the details slipping out. It was something about me visiting my neighbourhood cake shop and for inexplicable reasons, escaping through the basement. The cake shop in our neighbourhood doesn't have a basement.
Saturday of the same week marked the 6th year at our current apartment and I wanted to pick up a walnut cake. An excuse to visit the cake shop, I thought. I remembered to stop by after work that evening and walked into the shop. The big lady behind the counter gave me a warm smile. "I'd like a walnut cake please, 500 grams" I said, looking around to spot the dark brown sponge coated with nuts.
I'd just finished paying for it when I noticed the familiar silvery-grey sedan pulling up in front of the shop. "No!" I thought, running into him was the last thing I wanted right now. Not after I'd told him I was abroad at the moment. "Is there another way out of here" I asked her leaning urgently over the counter. Grabbing my bag and the cake, I was already on my way out through the kitchen door before she could respond. "Way to Basement" the sign on the stairs read.
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