Lietomeplease

It's me. Don't shoot.
2010-02-23 07:55:10 (UTC)

secrets.

There was a clock on the ceiling of her room. She was sure
it was a clock, because the numbers were of a clock. It
was also round like a clock, but it was timeless. She
tried to look at her watch, but it too was timeless.
Again, she reached over to another timepiece, but again it
was timeless. Although she knew where she was, she was
afraid to move. She felt like time had stopped. This was
her room, but it wasn't. The walls were yellow, not white
as they were a minute ago. Again, she was surprised when
the bed beneath her was not a bed, but wood floors. She
moved, but her body was tired, and sore.
Now she realised she was in someone else's room. Yet, it
wasn't a room, but a hallway, and at the end was a red
door. She tried to turn back, but a wall struck up. She
leaned against it. No one would ever go down the hall and
enter the room with the red door. Another odd thing. There
was a tik and a tok. There were no clocks now, but she
could clearly hear it. This hallway was rushing her, but
she would not have it. So, the hallways pushed her. The
wall behind her pushed her closer and closer to the red
door. She screamed, and pushed, and punched the wall. The
wall stopped when there was no more room to be. The only
thing left to do was to open the door, so she did.
There was a clock on the ceiling. It told no time.




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