Sleepwalker - Part 1. The Chase

Het is heel lang geleden dat ik hier geschreven heb, maar ik ben begonnen met iets wat ik wil delen, als het überhaupt gelezen wordt. Ik schrijf voor het eerst een verhaal in het Engels, dus dat is ook weer een nieuwe uitdaging.

It has been a long time since I've written anything on here, but I started something I would like to share, if there is even anyone reading this. This is the first time I'm writing a story in English, so this is a bit of a challenge to me.


Part 1. The Chase

I was following someone, I couldn’t see a face, nor if it was a male or female. It was merely a figure walking amongst a crowd of people, but not with them, not really. Still I knew which of them I followed and that I had to, my life depended on it. On the high buildings overhead hung enormous billboards, I do not recall being able to read what was on them. I do not recall my own reflection in the windows. Therefore I concluded this must have been a dream.

I woke up, I drank my morning coffee and got on my way to work. Walking amongst a crowd of people, but not with them. We were all going our own way, the billboards overhead were promoting new movies and drinks for losing weight. My reflection was staring back at me from the window, slightly worn off by a lack of sleep. Therefore I concluded I was awake.
Was I following someone? Was I chasing a figure that I had never seen before? I didn’t know, I was simply making my to work.


TO BE CONTINUED