Our Dollhouse

You know how we humans do this thing where we pinch each other whenever something dream-like happens? Just to make sure we’re not building castles in the air? Or to ground ourselves. But in that split-second, we are siphoned into a void where we’re flying between two saucers of sweet reality and disappointment. And somewhere between there, lies a predicament.

At this point, we’re scared.

My life with you, I have been living exactly between those two saucers. And somehow time in the void felt so much longer than a nanosecond that we lived our eternities in it. To say that I was unaware of the dearth of reality would be a lie. Minutes felt like days and days felt like years and years felt like a millennium.

Until one day.

It felt like someone had pinched me with Lucidity and woken me up from that dream. The rose tint that I saw the world with, was marred with grey.

I woke up, and there was no you. There was no us.

I was alone in Our dollhouse.

I had never asked for that pinch.

Since then I haven't stopped thinking about our dollhouse simulation where we were tiny sims. Like in the movies, I wish I had the muscle to fight with the “THEM” who messed with the dolls.

I’d have gone beyond possibilities and impossibilities of reality only to bring you back. But all I find myself doing is yelling at the pixel skies blaming ‘THEM’ for this catastrophe.

If we were a movie, I'd have brought you back. Roving through the dystopian future between the universe of rights and wrongs, we’d have found ourselves adventures.

We’d celebrate because we had just won a battle.

Holding each other’s cold hands, lying beneath the forged stars and on freezing wet grass, tracing each other’s smiles with our rosy slender fingers, we talked about how stupid we were for believing that there was no world outside this dollhouse. For once we believed in the colossal sky, the stars, the moons, and the power of gravity.

We know now, nothing was real and at the same time, everything was. We’ve defied everything that came in our way. Our existence was so much more powerful than theirs even after knowing nothing about this world. We might not know who created all this. All we knew was, we created us.