Some day you wake up in the morning and nothing seems to be in the right order. You can not remember the immediate last day or the day before it. You shook your head in dismay but that just gives you the pain in the neck. Then you think of the place, where am I? But most likely you recognize that it is the same room where you get up everyday. You look at the clock, you are quite late. Its nearly noon. You sigh because yesterday you promised to win over the clock. Being loser, you go to the basin. You see a boy, unshaved, hairs all messed up. You hate the the guy as he hates you back. You wash your face. Slowly you start to remember things as if the pieces are falling in the puzzle and suddenly it completes. But that does not make you happy. You feel a burden deep inside your chest. You don't know the reason but you do not care either. You see the same flower from the window which fascinated you once. But now you just hate it because you are tired of seeing it daily. You can not do anything but to wait for new flower to blossom. You pity your helplessness. Suddenly a thought occupies your mind, what if no more flowers blossom? You shiver in fear. You blame yourself for not being attentive towards the growth of the tree.

The Sun moves from east to west. You try to diversify your thoughts by watching TV, reading books. But whenever you cross the window, the flower just appears as a thorn. The darkness spreads all over the place. You start the tubelight. But all you could see out of the window is the blackness. You try real hard to visualise the silhoutte of the flower in the dark but after some time your eyes starts etching. You leave the window. You move inside the sheets on the bed. Your thoughts keep moving from one place to another as yours eyes follows the blades of the fan on your head. Suddenly, you feel dizzy. You are not sure that it is because of your thoughts or the fan. The hands of the clock now moves slowly. You feel as if you are dragging the hands by your gaze. You feel exhausted. Slowly, you fall into sleep.

The room is full of sunlight. The clock on the wall hits the 12 and a neck moves inside the sheets....