کتاب Dreamy Quintuplets & Four Stories

A part of Dreamy Quintuplets

Oh my God! It feels like I’ve been at sleep for hundred years. Sahar? Sahar? Honey? Sahar?!!! Oh…! No…! (he got up and he looked around while he was panting and scared) Where am I? What happened? If I died? Here must be…! (he thoughtfully bit his lower lip and he shouted excitedly) No…! No…! I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m talking. I’m moving. I’m seeing my body. I’m touching my body. (and sadly said) But I remember the moment when I died. At the pitch dark where only the little spot lights shined. And the alarm of oxygen gas cylinder which was going to get finished, and the last moment when I took my helmet off. And I can’t remember anything more but now I’m in the inner lines on this white sphere…! What can be this? It’s strange. It’s quite bright here. This light looks like the fluorescents but where is its source? There is no lamp here! (while he was looking the ceiling and the environs) What an interesting sphere! Its diameter must be five or six meters. I would rather check the walls intently. Maybe I can find a way out. (he crawled and he touched the bottom of the sphere and then he scratched the wall by his nail) It can’t be a painting color or plaster. (he knocked with the middle finger of his right hand) it didn’t make a sound. This is like concrete. It might be glass. (he lied on the floor on his back and he tried to