True Fear V: Encore
Innocent blinks like an owl caught in sunlight as he wakes up slowly. For some seconds he is completely disoriented, and then it all comes rushing back to him. The promotion…the congratulations…the surprise party…the Hennessey…
He is supposed to be at work. He sits up suddenly, winces and grabs his head.
What a hangover.
He shifts on the bed to get off it – and suddenly realizes he is still wearing his work clothes. A frown settles on his smooth features. He couldn’t have been that drunk. He stops moving and tries to remember exactly what happened after the party…but nothing comes up. It’s all blank.
He can’t even remember how he got home.
His glance is drawn to the bedside table – specifically to the wedding day picture of him and his wife that had been on that table since they got married. He sees his own grinning face from where he is sitting – but there’s something not quite right about the other person in the picture.
He leans forward and picks up the picture frame, noting that the glass that protected the picture from dust was absent. He runs his fingers over the picture, wondering how and when that happened…
“Good morning baby! Congratulations again! You were so tired yesterday I couldn’t disturb you. But what do you say to some early morning celebrating?”
Innocent freezes. There’s something wrong with the voice.
He turns on his behind, intending to ask his wife why she sounds like that.
And then he takes one look at the woman who obviously just came out of the bathroom, barely-there towel showing off long, lean light-skinned thighs to advantage. She leans against the door of the room – smiling coquettishly.
Innocent takes one look at her.
Okay. Thank you so much for staying with me. I really hope you enjoyed that!
There’s obviously something going on in the above story – but I leave you to figure that out. There’s something I’d like to ask you though.
Are you who you are because you know it, or are you who you are because everybody else says that’s who you are?
I mean, if you woke up one morning and everyone around you said you weren’t who you thought you were all your life; your husband/wife/
girlfriend/friends/the MTN-card selling girl on the corner all suddenly said they did not know you, would you still be you?
Imagine Innocent; going from knowing and being unknown to not knowing and being known.
Do ask yourself; what is identity? And just what makes us…US?
Please have a frabolous – yes; F-R-A-B-O-L-O-U-S weekend!
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