A small man opens the door, his stumble indicates a hurry.
I walk through and feel weightless.
His trinkets jingled around him as if they were welcoming their master.
A strange contraption I had never seen before danced on his desk in quite the joyous manner, that is until he commanded it to stop.
“Cease your dances silly creature! My departure was but only a half a clock ago!”
The strife in his voice humbled me from inquiring about the machine and as I scoured the room for all its imagery he spoke softly to himself, rustling frantically through his papers as if time was against us.
“Are you in a hurry, sir? I have just arrived, no need for the rush, I shall stay longer this time.”
My voice shook as I awaited his response. His answers typically required somewhat of a translation, language had changed drastically since I last was there.
“Time! Time is only but against us in the formation of material essence thus movement requires time lost, and loss of time in near malarkey is contrite to our initial scope. So yes, in your native tongue, in a rush we are!”
I watched as his paperwork slowly floated toward the tall ceiling of the room and I concluded that somehow, gravity must have reduced itself to a mere nuisance. This my dear friends, was frightening.
A loud knocking on the door broke silence into all the contraptions and suddenly, the old man turned pale.
Wildly, he reached left and right, attempting to conceal the information he had spread out on his desk.
He then grabbed my arm and placed a small piece of corn in it, “Eat! Eat! Your arrival has summoned them early too much and our plan reaching its demise too early will have failed before beginning!”
I apprehensively popped this piece of corn as it were medicine of some kind and after three blinks, I was flung into a state of numb and rather cold circumstances.
As I toiled to move my eyes, I watched as these monsters entered the room demanding my whereabouts. He had turned me into a wall and as stable as it seemed at the time, I felt reversely unstable, almost ready to fall. But I remembered the old man’s advice and held my mind at rest.
“When you become an object, doubt not its reality. Mind created by matter, matter created by mind.”
They shook the old man and I could not help but shake simultaneously. The whole room shook to the beat of my fear. And as this occurred, the monsters came to a terrified halt.
“You and your trickery will find the last sun set one day man of the old! When she returns, time you will not have to avenge us, for our vengeance will precede her revenge!”
As they stormed furiously into the hall, the old man looked at me and whispered, “Stay here, on my return, we will commence.”
And as I watched him stumble out of his room just as he had stumbled into it, I thought to myself, “Of course I’ll stay here, how can I leave?! I am a wall!!”
The chandeliers shook as if to represent my despair.
This was where I came to realize in a silly manner that every now and then, walls did have eyes and ears.
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My thoughts,
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