I removed my key from the knob and went inside. I wanted to leave the door open, but I remembered that after the not-stressful classes (whichever way you choose to read that) I wanted to sleep naked. So I locked the door.

I got in and made myself a bowl of cereal which I ate while watching Wura, you know the series. No one is talking about how the plot twists in this movie have been nothing but marvelous.

I finished my bowl of cereal while Wura was still playing. I wasn’t full, but I was too lazy to get myself any more food. I dropped the plate by my bed and laid on the bed properly, and put my phone in a way that watching while I was lying would be comfortable.

I finished what was left of the episode I had downloaded and proceeded to watch another Nollywood movie, then I smelt something burning. Immediately I sensed the smell, I saw that everywhere had turned gray. Next, it was hot around me. I could hear screams from afar, but what did I do? I turned in my sleep.

It was a dream, after all.

I was rolling for probably the one-millionth time on my bed when I heard glass shattering and people screaming.

I opened my eyes, and I was immediately blinded by the smoke in my room. I began coughing immediately. My phone was still playing. I could hear Bimbo Ademoye’s voice from the movie playing on my phone, amidst the noise. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I knew it was her voice.

I struggled to open my eyes, and when I did, the curtain by my bed had caught fire; in no time, my bed would too. I began to search for my phone, to grab it, and leave the room.

I could hear the sounds from it, but somehow it had mixed with the pile of dried clothes I had refused to pack that had been lying on my bed since the day before.

The sound was not muffled, so I knew I only had to move my hands around a bit, and I would find it.

No luck.

By now, Kunle Remi was on the scene with her. Do not ask me how I know their voices so well.

I heard someone asking from outside if I was around and why they were trying to break my windows.

Someone else replied that he had seen me enter, but he wasn’t sure if I was still home.

The neighbor who had asked of me suggested I was not home; I would have been out if I was in.

Oh! God! I needed to get out of here before I would choke to death or even burn alive. The clothes on the bed were burning already. My eyes were probably red from all the smoke and fire in the room, and I was coughing terribly. Still, I could hear Bimbo Ademoye’s voice.

Oh! I was close. Kunle Remi was telling her something about loving her, I couldn’t hear clearly, but I could.

Theresa, where are you? I imagined my phone had a name.

And then my hands touched her. She was hot already, I grabbed her. From the knowledge I had gathered from all the movies I have seen in all my years on earth, I knew I had to crawl and maybe hold my breath even if I couldn’t help my coughing to make it out of my room alive.

“She Đēý inside se.” I heard someone’s voice and then loud bangs on my door.

Shit! I felt my leg hot. My bubu was on fire. I made to pull it, and I could feel my heartbeat faint already.
Somehow, I knew pulling it was useless; the entire room was on fire. I decided to use whatever breath was left in me to crawl and open the door. At least, if I got burnt, I would look like Shalomblac.

I don’t think I made it, or did I? I don’t know if they were able to get into my room or if the entire building was gutted by fire, or if firefighters came, if there are any around here. I also do not know if my mum said she had always warned me against locking the door or if she said she should not have asked me to lock the door, or if she blamed God for what happened to…

Okay, girl, snap out of that thought; that was extra wild.

Well, I just got to my room. I’m standing at the door right now. I’m feeling sleepy after the not-so-stressful day I had, and I’m wondering whether or not to close the door behind me because something has been smelling burnt here since last night.

Trust me, I have checked. I don’t know where it’s coming from. Maybe I’ll talk to the electrician down the road.

Forgive my wild imagination, but do you also get imaginations like this? If you do, I would like to hear them.