Since the last two weeks, I’ve been seeing a camel in the living room at night. I get up for a drink of water or to scrounge for something in the kitchen, and when I step into the living room, I see a camel.
It sits between the divan and the T.V., facing me. It’s not chewing cud, like how I would imagine it to, but it just sits there peacefully….staring ahead like a sphinx.
I do know it is a hallucination, because how else will the camel come inside the flat? There are no spare keys or anything. But I thought a hallucination was rooted in subconscious desires or unfulfilled wishes. I don’t remember ever having any kind of thoughts associated with camels – subconscious or otherwise. And there have definitely been no unfulfilled wishes regarding the ships of the desert.
So, it is very strange.
The first night, I saw the camel, I was scared. It looked so real. I just went back to my bedroom and closed the door, burrowed under the blankets, and went off to sleep.
The next night, I sort of expected the camel to be there. I didn’t look directly at it though. Muttered holy names under my breath, ran to the kitchen, got some water and came back.
But then, I don’t know, I sort of see it on some nights and not on the others. Like last night, late, when I went to J’s room for a talk, I thought I’d see the camel. It wasn’t there.
This morning, at dawn, I had a feeling, I’d catch it. Around 4:30, I went to the living room. The room looked strangely blue, like a huge pot of ink had spilled all over it. I could smell ink. I don’t know if there was a camel or not. I thought there was. But I saw something glassy near the cabinet next to the T.V. It was a jar of ink with the label: Camel.
That really, really frightened me, so I hurriedly kept it on the table and beat a hasty retreat to my room. My room was purple now. I just shut my eyes and soon enough, was asleep.
This morning, I went to the living room and there was no ink jar. I knew I wouldn’t be able to find it.
I went back to my bed to catch a few more winks of sleep. When I got up, I saw a blotch of ink stain on the bed sheet.
The stain won’t go.