I am.......

The pillow beneath my head was not fresh. I hadn't seen anyone else except myself for the past two days. My world has been confined to the walls of my home. Nothing good or bad had happened to my lifeless life.

I slowly turned the page of the book; it was end of the ninth chapter of the novel "A stone for Danny Fisher" by Harold Robbins. The electric fan above my head isn't rotating as it did a minute ago. The power failure had silenced the room, even though the fan was the only source of rhythmic sound. I placed the book in my bed, the bed had been comforting me and I was comfortable. I was certain a shower might show up very soon, monsoon season was about to commence. Before the rain, I could smell the sluggish mud in my thoughts. I wasn't startled by the noise of the books falling from the shelves. I arranged them back in order; the books were more stable then. I returned to my bed, I was about to continue reading and all of a sudden I heard a tapping sound. I panicked, my fear controlled me, I didn't know where I was, seconds passed on, somehow I was able to make a moment, a few steps towards the mysterious sound, and I was sweating as never before. Inch by inch I closed to the source. A drop of sweat under the gravity drained to the floor

I was shocked, I was on my knees, I yelled as hard as I can, but my body produced no noise. I felt my throat dry and a pain shivering through the whole physical body. I saw the creature, it wasn't a stranger, I knew him very well. For the first time in my life, I asked myself “Should I believe my eyes?".

With all my courage, I looked at his eyes; he seemed as if I was not there. He left the room after combing his hair; confused at its highest level I followed him. He made his way to my bed; he started reading the book from tenth chapter. My neighbour shouted "Mr. Edward are you there?”
Before I could answer, he replied "Yes I am coming".

Some facts are to be believed, his physical appearance was exactly as mine, but why isn't he sensing me?

As he walked past me, I asked myself "If he is Edward then who am I?”