'This felt exactly the same as the time I lost my three days. Except this time, I lost half of my day,' Sara whimpered with anxiety as the sudden realisation of a similar incident dawned on her.
She pulled her office chair and hid behind the tall pile of documentations on her office table in her cubicle. She needed to pull herself together before someone noticed her irregular behaviour.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. Sara tried to find a logical reasoning behind all this but before all that, she needed to backtrack her way and self-analyse the situation. Who would have known, her analytical traits learnt from being an accountant came in handy.
'First of all, my last vivid memory that I was fully aware of my surroundings was the garden.' She wanted to dash out and head straight to the pathway by the bus stop behind the library to confirm it was there.
