It has been gradual.I woke up to an air filled room with smog which is numbing my senses.A certain weariness characterizes the whole mind and body system. You start doubting your motor skills as well, as if the smog has started flowing through your arteries and and is slowly seeping into your nerves.You start imagining if you had a bad dream and the dream has continued on. But the house cook knocks at your door telling you that there is no flour in the house.You are not in a dream.....I blabber something about making fried rice to him and go back to the slumber of the bed.After a few minutes of indecision, I try to wipe my face to awaken myself and I feel something coarse and powdery sticking to my face. Is it the flour? I try to lick my fingers to see if it is actually flour.It definitely tastes the same.
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