What is happening to me I thought as I lay on the marble floor.I had no idea of where I was or how I got there !It must be a dream I quietly soliloquized.
My head felt like a thousand talking drums had been set in motion.The beats were in such dis-harmony that my head began to twirl in response.
I tried to get up to take some aspirin ,only to find out I couldn't move.I was tied to a chair.Just then did reality hit me -i had been kÍdnapped ...but who was my captor?
A question that sent my mind on a reverse mission.Fortunately, I recalled the episode and realised my drink had been spiked with whatever it was and I was taken away from where I seemed to have been having fun
'alone'.
Something had told me not to go back to my drink after the phone call but I neglected that voice.
My captors were definitely lurking around waitin for me to awake.I had to put up a fight with them no matter what. Thank God I had acquired some 'taikwando' skills way back.I hope it comes in handy this time!
Wait a minute! I'm dead drunk again,and I'm lying on my marble porch right next to my rocking chair.So no captors! but just my drunken imagination!!! 'I'll pass the night here' I said to my wacked-up mind. I'll be sober in the morning and maybe just maybe I'll say 'asta lavista' to the drinks.