Though the sun was already setting, the fading light hurt my eyes terribly when I woke up to reality. What was wrong with me? Hell,  I couldn´t tell. Every single muscle of my stiff body was aching, even while not moving an inch at all.
"Just another five minutes of rest, please", my mind pleaded , waiting with silent hope for the pain to disappear afterwards. - Which wouldn´t happen sometime soon, as it had to comprehend painfully five minutes later.
Not knowing how much time I had missed by collapsing unconsciousness at the hallway´s floor, the only thing I could remember was some warmth sunlight on my skin and how good it had felt before . . . lifting me up in a way like so many times before. The early days of autumn barely offered this pleasure, I sighed deeply.
Now all to feel was that strange and unknown weight on me, physically and psychically, which had torn me apart suddenly before - out of nowhere. If someone would ask me how exactly it felt, I had difficulties to explain or describe it.
"Some chill rushing through  my veins which leaves you shakingly behind" probably was the best way to express myself. The only ways to more or less sum it up.
Thousands of questions were waiting for any answer of whoever could give them.
After all I was alone, and since nobody would go ahead helping me, I gathered my strength to stand up, just for stumbling down again. All my sense of inner balance appeared to be gone out of control for the time being.  
Somehow I made my way forward: Thankfully I could soon steady myself by clasping to a mirror´s frame close by.
And . . . there was that chill again, yet not as intense as earlier but still insistent. Instantly I felt an urge to run away again, laying down anywhere and hold out forever. How many times would "just 5 minutes" pass away then? -
But as my eyes got locked on my, well . . . the reflection the cold glass was evincing to me. Those other thoughts were forgotten. Everything else around me was. And replaced by what ? . . . Fascination? I couldn´t put my finger on it for sure --
A familiar stranger was staring right back at me; not me though? Yet not just any foreigner.

"Please, just please, anybody tell me what´s happening . . . ," my unsteady voice echoes through the silence. A silence which was final . . .