Once in a Morning...

I was lying flat on my bed, eagle handed, eyes wide open and those usually roving pupils fixed at the overhead ceiling fan; which was ratting the deafening silence sweeping my mind rather than giving any comfort of fresh air. Even, every sinew and nerve were wrenching and repulsing as if not ready to bring my body and soul out of that stupor. There was neither a feeling nor sensation of being alive like I was floating lifelessly in the vacuum. Time has also ceased to move beyond that moment. I could only feel myself becoming part of the unanimated expanses of that closed room. Is this merely the hangover of a Sunday morning or complete showdown by the soul and body from the mundane rigmarole of daily rut. It was now almost like a trance that has engulfed me, taking me away from all the worldly pleasures or sufferings. I was yielding my sub conscious into that death-like comatose without any resistance, slowly everything including me was turning in unison into a melting pot. There was so much chaos all round that moment and a split second everything appeared to fall into their rightful places. Silence has become more reassuring now.
Out of that serene silence inside my sub conscious, I was feeling a sudden swirl of energy rushing through my withered nerves, springing them into a blissful life. Have the dark clouds have blown over and Sun has risen to fill the night like black void inside my room with its warmth, light and freshness. I just closed my eyes to savor that ecstasy, reverberating with new vigor. I did not know when I again fell into a child like slumber. Believe me, it was the best Wake up Call, I had ever had.