A Confusing Day

John didn't know where he was. He looked out of the window, but nothing seemed familiar. The room was strange too. He didn't recognise any of the furniture. And his clothes, although they were a good fit, surely didn't belong to him? He'd never had a yellow shirt. Or a brown check jacket.

   As he sat on the padded wooden stool trying to puzzle out answers to all these questions, he slowly became aware of something in the back pocket of his trousers. Something hard. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled it out.  It was a C.D. It had strange drawings on it.  There were like motorcycles, or bikes.  It also had vertical greenish stripes , and big, beautiful flowers.  He stared at it.  He knew he had seen it before.   Suddenly, tears started rolling down his cheeks.  He understood.  It was his sister Joanne's wedding.  She had died last year because of cancer.  Her husband, Nick, loved motocycles and bikes.  And she loved flowers.  Every flower she saw on the street, she picked it up and put it in a glass of water.  John missed Joanne so much!

  With all the thinking about Joanne, John had forgotten where he was.  He rubbed his eyes, and tried to think where he was. He thought, thought and thought and suddenly he remembered.  He was at his sister's bedroom.  Just where she had died.  Those clothes should be Nick's.  People said he looked just like Nick, but he didn't believe that.  He thought it was stupid.  He had never been too happy for Nick being Joanne's husband.  He just didn't like him.  When Joanne died, he received a letter from Nick.  It said he would buy new furniture, because he thought the other one would make him remember Joanne.  John didn't visit that house again.   

  He heard water falling.  He hadn't paid attention to it before.  He looked out of the window,  but an enormus, yellow sun was on the wide, blue sky.  He tried to figure out where the rain came from.  Unexpectedly a door opened.  John jumped out of his chair. Nick came out of the room in a cloud of steam.  Both shouted at the same time.   Nick was wrapped in a towel, a bit wet.  John was sitting on the little padded wooden stool, very confused.  He stood up, said "hi" to the house owner, opened the door, and ran away.  He took a taxi to his house, opened his room door, and lied down on the bed.  He changed his clothes, decided to find out why he had been in his sister's husband room.

    He thought about it for half an hour, until a great idea came to his head.  Last night he had been thinking about his sister.  So the thinking could have got him there, or somehow he became into a zombie and walked to his sister's house, and spent the night there.  He didn't have any awnsers, only guesses. 

    John was very tired because of the confusing day he had had.  He lied down again, and  he  fell asleep.

VERY GOOD!!! AGUS!! YOU HAVE CREATED LOTS OF MYSTERY!!! CONGRATULATIONS!

MISS ALE