I begin to get oriented. The big whatchamacallit left, and as he passed a candle was lit.
Did I black out before that? I remember all the feelings I had, but I don’t know how much time passed, or if I really, actually saw anything.
The candle is flickering…..
Can something that shape even light a candle? I don’t even know if there are hands or claws or…
my mind went blank at “claws,” probably not a good direction for my thoughts to go. Maybe that’s how I blacked out to begin with.
The flickering candle is comforting…it marks the passage of time better than the dark does–it makes me think of morning….maybe I should go to bed. Its hard to tell without any windows.
I stand up–I’m surprised that I’m not shaky, maybe its because I’ve spent all my energy on the..confrontation. Ok, good to know for the future, when I go through an emotional rollercoaster, at some point, my body calms itself down.
I peer out to the hall, of course no one is there. There would be no sneaking in this place.
Determined, I pick up the candle and walk. Its only a hallway, I tell myself. Its not as if its a dungeon or the forest. My eyes follow a gold line trim on the wall, the gleam of it comforts me. Dancing in the light.
The first room I open, thankfully has a bed, I lie down. I carefully place the candle on the winged table nearby
I watch the shadows dance on the ceiling until I fall asleep.
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