My phone was gone and the rickshaw was moving faster. Soon it sprouted wings and the road became a runway. Before I could think of either jumping off or hitting the driver the rickshaw titled up and became airbourne. Was I dreaming or was this really happening. The land fell away and the wind began howling. As if on cue glass doors appeared and walled me in.I banged on the glass panel but the driver paid no heed. It was strange that the fear that had gripped me when I lost my phone was gone. I leaned forward to see his face but it was so dark. The neon lights flashing threw some light now and then but my eyes needed to adjust to see him in split seconds. As if he sensed it he turned around. I was shocked..it was a familiar face...where had I seen this face before? It was someone I saw everyday..in the mirror? No. how could he be me? Then who was I? I touched my face and so did he..I titled my head and he did the same. .I shouted and and the shout resounded shattering the glass......
