Running to the corner turning into a sprint. A hard right, then down the stairs into the level below. Heart racing, I run, dive into the corner and hide. Lost. Perhaps perplexed with doubt. Turning up is a light shining through the window. A glimmer of hope. A butterfly which cannot be caught. The ray remains teasing the leaves. I glean and examine while the cool breeze weaves its magic. Nothing. Not even a caterpillar in sight.
A scurry to the next floor. Into a closed door and out onto the main lobby. There is no doorman, only a shadow of a lurking statue tall and menacing. Yet I’ve seen it before so I only heistate if but for a second. The walls change colour – but it is but my imagination. Time ticks in a drone softer than my footsteps. And I start to feel hazy, and the solid floor starts to feel tingly on the soles of the feet.
And lethargy comes. Again.