A Roller Coaster Ride

It was me.

Athen. Though I didn't even look slightest the same I used to be. As I reeked my trembling fingers through my hair, wishing in my heart that the illusion I was having would snap away. But it didn't. I flipped my new hair to the left and then right before I pulled them harder.

"Ahh…" I gasped in fright. 

Then my fingers traced down my shocked face, over the bridge of my nose, down on my neck, and then I pinched myself.

Acknowledging the reality, I experienced sweet shrills of pain my pinching had caused.

Wondering, I squeezed my gaze to focus on my past. Was this the way I used to look? 

Shockingly, my blown away mind was unable to recall my past, and how I used to be like. Nothing came to me as I forced my memory. Hence, I ended up acknowledging the reality, the appearance, the body, the features I own now. 

Though an unusual feeling was prevailing in my throat seeing the unhackneyed appearance of myself in the mirror.

The next morning a sweet yet new breeze greeted me after the scorching rays of sunlight streaming in through the glass windows pulled me out of my slumber.

Stretching and yawning out of my sleep dizziness, I flipped off the blanket, swung my feet down the bed and slipped into the flip flops.

My gaze followed the direction of the clock showing what time it was. When I poured myself water, the splashing noise brought back a hint of a strange memory to me. It was so blurred and vague that my mind could not make out what it was exactly about.

What happened last night completely swept away my memory, it was a brand new day, with a brand new episode containing brand new twists for me.

Unprepared, I got off my bed and began to dress up for college. 

"The heck, whose cupboard did I happen to open?" I blabbered in confusion, as my orbs turned wider in amazement.

As soon as I pulled the door of the cupboard, clothes threw out on me like metal barriers had been put off and the water came out gushing into the canal, overlapping, overflowing in it.

I leaned forward and picked out an oversized black shirt, and gawked at it. 

"Whose fuvking clothes are these?" I groaned in anger. Unbelievably, I could not make sense of my life at this point. It seemed like I had been put on a roller coaster with weird turns and twists designed.

I stretched the piece of cloth in my hand, then studied it, and then followed my orbs over me. In this size shirt two men of my size could easily fit. 

But that was the least of my concerns. The only thing bothering me at this point was, why and how these clothes get into my cupboard. 

"I never wore them!" I spoke.

"Ughhh… What will I put on for today?" Finally coming back to the issue at hand, I reckoned that I was short on clothes. 

Rummaging through the pile heaped up near my feet, I tried to find at least one piece which could be of my size but it was a deliberately failed attempt on my part. Disappointment reeking over my face, I scoped the pile into my arms and pushed them back into my cupboard after that I shut the door.

"Pssttt… my life is always a mess." I grumbled, keeping up with my old habit of complaining in my new life. 

"Well. I need to find a solution. Crying won't help me." I thought, tucking my hands on my waist. 

I averted back to the cupboard and pulled out the same black shirt which I had been observing earlier. It won't be a bad idea to style an oversized black shirt and grace it with my handsome personality. I surely knew how to do that.

Finally the time had come that all those hours I had invested scrolling on my I*******m feed, stalking fashionista influencers showing their skills to style up an old school dress in the modernist way, pays me off.

For the jeans I decided to go with a pair of jeans I had ordered from Zara which was luckily in my size. The backstory was that I really liked these pants but unfortunately the brand wasn't catering to any customers falling in the category of my body size. Nonetheless, I couldn't find any reason to give up on the pants except this, so I placed an order for them. 

"Look at this guy! Look theree… " suppressed female voices followed me as I walked past a group of girls formerly occupied in gossiping and stalking every guy roaming around them.

Strangely, my listening senses were working extraordinarily today, as I could make out their whispers even from a distance of a mile.

A smile sprouted on my lips upon realizing that they were talking about me. I didn't remember any instance when my presence had ever been noticed by any girl around me. Genuinely, it had been giving me butterflies in the stomach mainly because I was experiencing this for the first time.

Getting all the attention I had ever prayed for and now deserve.

"Hey, Athen!" A guy shouted at me and scurried to me with a shoulder bag hung on his shoulder and thin framed glasses getting blurred because of the cold foggy breeze blowing around.

"Where have you been for the past month?" He inquired about me panting heavily, and took off  his glasses as he began to clear off the glasses before he placed them back on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh My God!" He gasped in obvious shock.

"What a transformation, man!" He spoke bewildered.

Meanwhile, I was staring back at him in utter amazement still trying to decipher his saying. What was he talking about? I had been absent from college for a month?

But how the heck was that possible? I attended college yesterday, went back home, changed, and slept and then I came back.

I had been regular. 

"Whattt! Sorry, I could not get you.

You mean a whole month? Seriously!"

 I asked him.