The Pale Door
The dream is of teeth. You wake with your jaw locked. You are in the hallway. It is dark. You know it is dark. You do not need to see it to know. The air tastes of dust. And old paper. You are wearing your work shoes. They are stiff. You have been standing here for hours. Or perhaps years. You do not check the clock. There is no clock. There is only the door at the end of the hall. It is pale....
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