I drift from one room to the next. Impossible architecture fills my senses, but familier feelings haunt my mind. I step in a large room. White marble pillars span into clouds hanging in the ceiling. I see my self, but it is not me. Or at least I don’t think its me. They run through a scene. Making mistakes. Falling down. Getting back up. This person, this other me, seems stuck in an endless loop till they remain on the ground. Static. Unflinching. I turn to another me. Sitting at a table they negotiate some deal with a shadowy figure across from them. They smile and shake hands. The whole scene freezes with the hands locked. I exit the large room passing by these scenes playing out. Some look like success, others failure and some dont look anything.
As I enter the next room I feel pressure hit me from behind, forcing me the floor. I brace myself, but the pressure keeps building upon my back. I stumble and get to my feet. Again the pressure builds and hit this time harder. This time my arms don’t react fast enough. I hit pavement. I don’t even know where I am anymore. It looks as if I am in an alley way. My vision becomes blurry. What can I do? I try to push my self off from the ground, but a force press upon my mid back. I look forward into the darkness. A figure stands. Looking at me. My eyes meet his. Their mine.
The room is dark. I let out a breath, wiping my eyes with my hands and crank my head to look at the clock. It’s 4:00 a.m.
Inspired by Reject by windwaker