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Calibration 74: Chapter Fifty-Five
Calibration 74 is a serial novel experiment, posted raw and unedited as it is written. It is recommended you start at the beginning.
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Chapter Fifty-Five
Up and down and round and round. I could circle this place for days. But sleep beckons, and my body aches for rest.
Up and down. Thirteen steps. Twenty Six. Fifty two. Hallways and mirrors. Floors of hand-scraped wood. Portraits of faces, their visages erased. Just smudges on skins of pink.
I dare not remove my glasses.
Yet, every door I reach is locked, and dare not go back outside. Somewhere within this mystery my soul can find its peace.
But first
I need
To sleep.
Open up open up open up. Abracadabra. Alakazam. Open sesame. Open says me.
The right arm of the glasses scratch uncomfortably against my ear. But, my dear, my dear, I harbor the fear. The fear if I lift this filter from my ear, and the glass from the here and the now, that what I will see will terrify me … but the itch it itches me so.
Sodden floors and broken mirrors. Frames where portraits once hung. I abhor this place, the version it presents, when I see them through eyes of my own.
But in my hand I hold a key. Yes, another key I have found.
The locks of theses doors can be opened I believe, from glasses the color of rose.
I break off the arm which irked me so, and hold in my hand a wire key.
The question to ask now, is which door which door which door holds the place where I’ll sleep.
