Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 27) Research
The musical tune of Viktor’s alarm wakes him from a deep sleep as he fumbles around for the button to shut it off. It is still dark outside during this early morning hour and he lies back, resting his head against the thick white pillow.
“Monday, god I hate Monday.” He mumbles to himself as he stares up at the pale colored ceiling.
His eyes are watery and red from only a couple of hours of sleep. Most of his night was devoted to research and trying to understand where it is he travels during his dreams. He recognizes the place, as if he has been there before, which when he thinks about it, he has. Very often, at least once or twice a week for the past several months, he finds himself on the same street and in the same buildings. The massive structures seem average at first but then as he moves about, they seem to expand and the areas he finds are full of stairs and doorways that lead on and on into other rooms and corridors.
“I would love to live in a place like that.” He says as he sits up with his feet now off the bed and planted firmly on the carpeted floor of his bedroom.
From one of the apartments near him, he hears water running and the closing of a drawer. He cannot tell if this is the person next to him or below him, but it is the same routine each day. The water, the toilet, drawers and hair dryers, car horns and alarms, the sound of doors slamming shut, and the dry cough of the smokers out on their balconies with their first cigarette of the day.
“I have got to get out of here.” Viktor mumbles as he quietly walks to his kitchen.
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