When Jack woke up, something felt different. He ran his palms over his face and felt a beard against the soft skin of his palms. Jack opened his eyes and realized his palms were not his own. They looked different, his skin was different. He let his gaze wander away from his hands to the room he was in, and realized this is not the room where he fell asleep.
A day earlier…
Jack lifted his eyes from his phone to see his friend Rafik waving him from near the entrance to the supermarket. Jack smiled and started packing his computer and notepad into his backpack.
He loved sitting in these tables right underneath his house. Who knew that a 12 story house can have a supermarket, coffee shop, ice cream shop, a bank and a pharmacy at the floor level. But his parents, with whom he lived, planned this out all along. They wanted to grow old in this house and they knew the area would develop to accommodate the new people that came to live in this building.
Jack started walking towards Rafik and saw that he had brand new shoes. Those Blundstone he was scouring the web to find. They were not the typical black or dark brown shoes. They were lighter with a yellowish sole.
“Hey man, how are you doing?” Jack said and spread his arms to an embrace.
