Where is my key?

”Where is my key”? asked John.

“I will be late for work. I can’t go to work without locking this door! Where it is? If it is not in my bag, it means it’s inside of the house.”

John opened the door and entered his living room. “So, every time it is on this table, but now it’s not there.”

John checked the whole living room, he looked under the table, the carpet, the sofa, but he didn’t find the key.

“I lost it, I don’t know where, but I lost it, it is terrible, I can’t lock the door, I don’t know what to do. I Will call my boss because I am already late from work. But… where is my phone? A few minutes ago, I checked the time!”

He went out of his house, because he thought his phone was in front of the door, but it was not there. He was very confused, but he went back into the house. But something was wrong.

 “The carpet… is missing, it was there a minute ago, but now it’s not there! It can’t be real, okay, John, be calm! Now I will go to work, and I will drink a coffee, and everything will be normal.”

He turned back and saw the door was missing. “Hah… I’m crazy… this is not real, it is just a dream... It can’t be real! I need to sit down.”

He went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water and went back to the living room. But the room was empty. “No, no, no! It is not real! I’m dreaming!  It is not the reality!”

He went into the bedroom.

“So, now I will drink a coffee, or anything, then I will go to work.”

He went back in the kitchen and made a coffee.  And he drank it in the living room, sitting on the sofa.  “Oh, no, I spilled it on the carpet.” “But it’s not a problem, I will clean it.” After he cleaned it, he   showered. Before he went out of the house, he put his phone into his bag and left the house. He locked the door and went to work, as if nothing had happened.

It was just a regular day.

Orbán Laczó Iván   IX. H