off work late

off work late. parked my car at level 5 today, and as usual it was emptied by this time of the day. i dragged myself into the car, drove down the ramps slowly.

level 4a. level 4. level 3a. level 3.

level 2a. the first flourescent light was blinking helplessly.

i steadily drove pass the row of columns at my right. on my left darkness of the night watched quietly like a tired monster.

there was only one car left. a proton wira just like mine, sandwiched in between two extra huge, unpropotionate columns. the light above it was out.

only did i notice when i approached closer, that this weird-feeling car was actually, my own car. same plate number, same grey color, same dirt, same dream-catcher.

i was startled, stomped on my brake out of shock.

it could not be my car.

as i quickly checked the dream-catcher still hanging in front of me, i saw, from the rearview mirror, a guy approaching from the back. he was wearing a colourless pants, blue shirt, swinging his arm loosely from his stiff shoulder as he whistled to his car.

i recognized this blurry gesture, this slumber and stupid looking shirt.

it was nobody but me.

i observed him carefully. the pounding of my heart seemed to have blown my head off.

now he must have seen me. i saw him lowering down his body, peek at me back in the rearview mirror. he waved his hand and smiled.

i felt the shiver from my back. my hair stood.

i stepped on the acceleration pedal and my engine died.