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Dream Story

I followed the impulse up the stairs to stand in my bedroom, to fade into its familiarity. The same bed, the same tousled covers flung haphazardly the past morning.

If we each owned a lifelong landscape, in this moment my bedroom would be mine.

The same mess...the same solace.

Sometimes being in my room feels like an escape. It feels like I could detach from the world and drift into the clouds on my worn rug island. I proceed to bury my face in the blankets, pick up a pillow and press it to my skin, plummet into a sweatshirt.

My sanctuary. In here, even if it's temporary, I'm safe from everything else.

Free from everyone else.

I'm distracted from the inevitable.

You're supposed to be looking for something...

Ah! Thank you brain for the reminder. I'm here because I'm looking for something! Something I need...

I feel my eyes snap into their searching regimen. Scan the room, glance left then right, identify the difference. Find what's out of place.....remove it.

They flit about and settle on the head of my bed frame.

Something fell off...

There's always something missing in our house. Always something scattered about, but no one notices. Maybe mom blames the creaking on the aging of the wood. Maybe Joy blames the lost things on our movement through the house.

Well, not me. You can find it...

I bend over and lunge for the floor, rummaging through forgotten things upon the next for the right object.

You need to find the thing you lost...

But what did I lose? Who misplaced it? I think I can find it! I think I can remember, if only I could bend a bit more....

shhhhhh

What was that?

Something's shifted in my periphery. My eyes implore the room, so normal, yet in this moment, my safe place is alien to me.

It moved.

What? And there my eyes catch it.

The lamp, the lamp is watching me. I watch as the being rears it head. The bulb now boring into my soul. Burning my eyes, searing my skin.

The house knows I'm looking.

WHY? It's not supposed to move! It can't do that! The lamp isnt allowed to----

"WHY?!" I shout in horror, as the beast transforming from inanimate to sentient shines brighter. It encroaches the space. It's stolen the room. This thing denies my comfort, and delights in its own existence.

It defies reality, and in doing so this lamp condemns mine.

"WHY?!" I shout again.

But the light burns brighter still, and the room I once knew, the world I once owned, is incinerated by its light.


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