One day, as they were scrolling through the marketplace, Peria's auntie came across a listing for a second-hand rocking chair. "Oh, this would be perfect for the living room," her auntie said, eyeing the chair with a smile. "I've always wanted a rocking chair to sit in and relax after a long day."
"That looks nice," Peria said, peering over her auntie's shoulder to get a better look at the chair. "Do you think it's comfortable?"
"I'm sure it is," her auntie replied. "The seller says it's in good condition and ready for pick-up. Do you want to come with me to check it out?"
"Sure," Peria said, excited at the prospect of going on a little adventure. "I'd love to see it in person."
So, the two of them set off to go see the rocking chair. When they arrived at the seller's house, they were pleased to find that the chair was even more comfortable and stylish than they had expected. Peria's auntie was delighted and quickly struck a deal with the seller to take the chair off their hands.
When they arrived back at home, Peria couldn't wait to try out the new rocking chair. Her auntie told her to put it temporarily on the front veranda while she finished cleaning the backyard. Peria was happy to oblige and carefully carried the chair outside, making sure not to bump it against any walls or doors.
Once the chair was safely situated on the veranda, Peria couldn't resist the temptation to sit down and start rocking. It was a hot summer day, but the chair was so comfortable that she soon found herself getting drowsy. She closed her eyes and let herself drift off, lulled by the gentle motion of the chair.
Just as she was reaching the peak of her sleepiness, Peria felt a strange sensation on her skin. It was cold, like someone was touching her with icy fingers. She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to see if anyone was there. But the veranda was empty, and there was no one in sight.
Peria sat up straight, feeling a bit uneasy. She had a strange feeling that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She shrugged it off, telling herself that it was probably just her imagination. But as she continued to rock in the chair, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her.
Despite her discomfort, Peria decided to stay in the chair a bit longer. Until she fall into a deep sleep, with no movements, breathing slowly and short. Ten minutes passed, and her auntie was in the backyard calling her, asking for a hand.
"Peria!" her auntie shouted. But she didn't hear any response. On the second call "Peria, bring the tap water here, I set it aside in the kitchen", " Yes auntie, I will bring it," a soft voice, which is assumed to be Peria's, replies that she will bring the tap water in the bucket. However, the aunt becomes suspicious when she hears a different voice and goes to check on Peria.
"Peria, Peria!"
Upon touching Peria, she feels that her body is cold.
In a state of panic, Peria's aunt rushes to the kitchen and grabs the bucket of water. She has no other way to think about the situation but to pour the water onto Peria in a desperate attempt to wake her up.
Peria wakes up panting. She immediately hugs her auntie. It was a tight hug her aunt feels the warmth of her blood flowing through her veins. When Peria begins to get a grip from reality, tears start falling from her eyes. She cries while hugging her auntie. She tells her auntie to return the rocking chair.
Her auntie looking at her bamboozled. "But why?"
"I just had a nightmare auntie. I saw from a distant that someone's sitting on this chair," Peria shakily said.
"I saw myself sleeping on this chair while you are shouting and waking me up."
Thank you for reading my entry for The Ink Well Prompt #98.
Happily Yours,
Sammy.
