It couldn’t have been real. It had to have been a dream.
The silence woke me. Then the cold chill prickled my skin.
My eyes opened to blackness. No hard surface beneath me, no air around me. Just
nothingness. A vast empty void as if I was floating in space but standing
still. I could feel eyes on me, a deep stare that made the hair on the back of
my neck stand at attention. Cautiously I turned to look over my shoulder and my
blood instantly ran cold. Two deep set black eyes stared back at me from my own
face. But it wasn’t my face. Something about it was wrong. Like looking at
myself in a fun house mirror. I scrambled back away from the man leaning over
me. Somehow my hands and feet found a surface my eyes could not see and I
clambered to my feet; all the while my eyes locked on that strange black stare.
Next month I will visit Spain for the first time. I know so little about Madrid, so here is my method of learning. I’ve been working through a guide book and drawing some of the main sights in the centre of the city. Is it geographically accurate? Roughly. Have I got a few things wrong? Surely. I’m gradually getting more excited about the trip.