I find myself unable to really answer her. I can hear her leave but instead of making a move to do something I find myself transfixed on staring at the sky above me, searching for something as my breathing is still coming in short, shallow gasps. Even more strange it’s always in through the nose and out through the mouth. And then I see it. The light of the full moon hanging in the sky. I take one deep breath as I seem to soak it all in, my eyes seeming to dilate as everything starts getting slightly brighter. On top of that my heart feels like it skips a beat before starting to go into overdrive. I can hear it pounding in my head louder than anything. But I have a choice to make. Or rather a false choice. There’s no way I’m going to go through any kind of gauntlet. I’m going to figure out what was done to me and I’m going to figure out how to reverse it. So I turn to the stack of boxes and test it, trying to see how stable it is and actually find out that not only is it stable, it’s entirely fake. Instead of boxes that just happen to be aligned in such a way to allow me to climb up, it’s one singular structure that seems to be made of metal that’s designed to look like boxes but still give me a way to climb up. I suppose as a means of keeping me from hurting myself or knocking it over once at the top.

<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>