Chapter 16: Those arms

Instead of falling to the tiled floor of the garage, I fell into a pair of strong arms. I was shocked as that was least expected of me.

What happened next was what I could swear could not happen to me ever because the person supported me and instead of letting me down gently as anyone would, I was lifted in a pair of arms.

I smelt nothing just freshness. I must say that perhaps I was like a youth deprived of love to believe that I, getting treated kindly by the guard which could be due to reasons I was unaware of, or perhaps my thoughts have been clouded by the tranquilizer.

I opened my eyes after a lot of fruitless attempts since my eyelids felt so heavy like a dumbbell was attached to each of them to prevent them from opening.

I think that sounds gory and impossible because of a dumbbell? For goodness sake . . . That is one crazy description, right?

I guess the dumbbell came to my mind because my cat had been training me intensely for the past few weeks.

I just hope I did not get traumatized by a dumbbell to think of it that way or maybe I just traumatized myself with that thought.

Well, after all the struggling to open my eyes and keep my eyes open when because the lights in the garage had been turned on and the bright lightening of the place did not give my eyes a good experience after being forced to look into darkness for minutes now.

I saw the face of the person carrying me . . . Wait, that is wrong. I did not see the person's face but I saw the mask that covered the person's face and it was displeasing for every reason in the world.

Those arms were well built and strong, it reminded me of the story of Samson I learned as a kid. The way the person held me in those arms without struggles showed the strength in them.

Have someone who was not strong enough carried you?

It happened to me once in elementary school and that boy was very confident but the moment he lifted me up to do what he was dared to do, I knew without the need for words that I was going to fall soon.

I fell and it was a great fall because my mother came to school afterwards to warn the boy very coldly about lifting children up to show how strong he was.

With what I have said, you might have possibly guessed that I got traumatized but the arms holding me right now became the therapy I never got.

It was so firm and strong that I did not get scared and after being unable to keep my eyes open, I lost to the dumbbells pulling it down.

Oh sorry . . . I said it again, I mean the dumbbells. I lost to the tranquilizer the owner of those hands I was crushing on injected into my neck. I guess this sound less gory, right?

Well, I hope so. With my eyes closed and consciousness slowly slipping out of me, I felt my body leave the arms that held me and I was gently placed on a soft bed.

I doubt that it was a bed. After growing up, I have never sat in a baby car seat but I think a massage chair is the perfect word for it.

It was soft and gave support to my body but if I tell you that I loved the new chair . . . The 'massage chair' more than those arms then I am a liar. Well, I was not going lie anyway.

I felt like my body was getting strapped into the seat and it was done in gentle movements which made it take more time when the person could make it fast to get back to other things he had to do.

I worried about my cat at the last moment because that is all I can remember.

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I woke up in a room on a bed. This time, a real bed and not a pair of arms or a 'massage chair'. I was nicely covered in a blanket that felt like fur as it rubbed against my bare skin.

I inhaled a the smell of freshness filled my nose. I felt so tired that I took almost a minute to pull my hands from under the blanket and sit up with my back against the pillow which I placed against the headrest.

I did not feel any pain, I only felt tired like I was asked to pull the mount Everest off its root.

I don't know if you care but I loved the beautiful white appearance of that place. I had a picture of it on the wall of my room back on earth.

Oh gosh . . . I miss home.

Well, I guess I have moved to the next state like moving to the next level in a game but this felt different because I was not playing endlessly but this had a destination and the destination was my home on earth.

I snapped and looked around until I saw my cat. I calmed I was tired at first? Seeing my cat, made me feel lije I drank a cup of coffee.

In case you don't know, my parents were against me taking coffee but I used it to read during examination periods and I had to do it secretly.

I jumped up from the bed and in a matter of a couple of seconds, I was with my cat. She was sleeping so I could not find the heart to wake her up.

I smiled looking at her colorful fur and I reached to stroke it but paused. What the hell was I about to do with a female college student?

I cleared my throat to ease the stuffy uncomfortable feeling in my throat. I did not realize I cleared my throat loudly until I noticed her move and that had me running back to the bed from the basket she laid in.

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