Sometimes. In your dreams. It’s always closed, but you can see a figure on the other side. Dim, fuzzy, like you’re looking through frosted glass.
“I know who you are.”
His accent is thick, “Ain’t that hard to figure out, kid.”
You’re not a kid.
“You’re right. We’re not.”
He’s there, but not. A shard of a forgotten universe, cracking the surface of your own. But you can feel him, and his fingertips ghost on your skin, leaving hot trails.
You open orange eyes to look at him but he’s gone. However;
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There is a door.
Sometimes. In your dreams. It’s always closed, but you can see a figure on the other side. Dim, fuzzy, like you’re looking through frosted glass.
“I know who you are.”
His accent is thick, “Ain’t that hard to figure out, kid.”
You’re not a kid.
“You’re right. We’re not.”
He’s there, but not. A shard of a forgotten universe, cracking the surface of your own. But you can feel him, and his fingertips ghost on your skin, leaving hot trails.
You open orange eyes to look at him but he’s gone. However;
There is a door.