As Brian slows to a standstill, the floor continues carrying him back a foot or so and then for no apparent reason stops. The walls continue their drunken dance around him, tilting, sagging, s t r e t c h i n g like melting plastic. Oozing back towards the spreading blackness.
Somehow Johnny has reached the doorframe, the house's front door, the only stable thing in all the shifting chaos the room has become.
Hear me out: that which you call death I remember.
The door is shut. And Brian is about two feet beyond his arm's reach.
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Date: 2007-01-19 01:40 am (UTC)there was a door.
As Brian slows to a standstill, the floor continues carrying him back a foot or so and then for no apparent reason stops. The walls continue their drunken dance around him, tilting, sagging, s t r e t c h i n g like melting plastic. Oozing back towards the spreading blackness.
Somehow Johnny has reached the doorframe, the house's front door, the only stable thing in all the shifting chaos the room has become.
I remember.
The door is shut. And Brian is about two feet beyond his arm's reach.