PART IV the final chapter Continued from Maze Escape
Like a swimmer breaching the water’s surface after copious time spent searching for treasure, a spontaneous gasp forces her lungs to expand. Eyes closed, fingers extended she reaches to feel any recognizable object.
She lies comfortably, a firm cottony pillow supports the weight of her head. She’s aware of ambient sounds, a pendulum ticks, a diesel engine grumbles, and a gentle breeze moves the blinds tapping the edges of the window frames. She grasps something malleable like an old hacky sack. Gradually she musters courage to open her eyes.
Blinking in the bright light she realizes she is in a bedroom.
Centered on a Damask bulletin board, a single sign reads, “Fresh Paint. Do not touch the walls for one hour.”
Stick Chick contemplates her immediate surroundings.
“It must have been a dream,” she thinks.
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50: A Figment of my Imagination 