Out of a pulsating dreamscape jumbled scenes of crowded halls appear. Lockers, bright lights, shuffling feet, giggles and whispers. An urgent grasp on the forearm by an out-of-frame entity. I am pulled swiftly down the widening gap spreading across the busy, noonday corridor. Out, out, out heavy double doors and into soft, diffused light. The blacktopped parking lot is familiar and fearsome as I muster the courage to speak.
”Why have you brought me outside? I’m late for class.” A pair of indifferent brown eyes blink a non-response. I reach for another question.
”Aren’t I supposed to know you?” A flash of relief and mishchief lights up the probing eyes hovering in front of my face. I hear the crunch of dry leaves as something is thrust into my hand.
”Look inside,” a hoarse voice issuing from brown eyes challenges me.
”This is a paper bag.”
”How many more keen observations are locked inside of you? Open up and look.”
”But I don’t want…..”
”Do not ’don’t want.’ ” The eyes lose their light and the voice takes on an irritable note. Dread calm blankets me as I stand holding the bag. There is nothing for it now but to peer into the torn and greasy opening. I take a moment to study the contents. I lob another question at the dark set of eyes.
”Why are they cut in half?”
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