Five minutes of silence .....

He woke up. It was four in the evening, on a Saturday. He blinked, looked around. The room was semi dark, with the lights from the window seeping in. He felt warm and pushed aside the silky blankets.The pillow was soft. He closed his eyes again, for a second, and then woke up in an instant. Where was he, he thought. He looked around. the room looked familiar. The chairs too.He starred at the portrait hanging in front of his eyes. It was a portrait from Mexico. He gave a sigh. He got up from the bed and walked to the balcony, drew the curtains aside and pulled the glass door away. He was now standing outside watching the dawning sun. He was in his own room.

There are times, when one forgets the time. Rick looked at the tall sky scrapers of Montevideo. Lights were blazing from some of the rooms. He stood there for sometime, thinking.

Moments later, he was sipping a lemonade, watching TV. The lemonade made him feel better. He made another one. As he sat down again, he thought about the night before. "Where was I and how the hell did I get here", he spoke out loud. He looked at himself. He was wearing a jeans and a black shirt. He tried remembering the events of last night.