There I was in the middle room of a tall and dimly lit building.
The only source of light came from overhead of narrow manhole sized ceiling.
A brightly lit elevator snaked close wise upwards to about five floors.
The only way out was upward and without windows or doors.
I stood at the left side of this snaky contraption.
I watched as people ascended in slow motion action.
Each time I stepped on the elevator I would always go back.
I awoke from 104 degree fever dream upon feeling Maw’s hand slap.
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