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It all happened suddenly.

The walls grew larger and closer.

The ceiling was dripping down.

The tiles cracked like arid desolation.

The light hummed, quivered, popped.

The shards fell and turned to white dust.

You were there to see it all.

You didn’t move even when that disaster scathed your being.

It all happened instantly.

The floor trembled beneath you.

The windows shattered, a blinding light scurrying into the room.

Each dresser, cabinet, and drawer flopped open.

Words, metal, cloth, lead, ink, plastic.

Melting, trickling, swimming across the surface.

You let it all solidify your heart.

You didn’t blink to avoid the horrid view that tarnished your dreams of incandescent hills and golden plains.

And you stood up, only to find that you were alone in that room.

You moved along sleek tiles, perfectly carved armoires

ambulated under exquisite chandeliers.

Everything was still. Perfect. Intact.

But, your mind lagged and remained in the shadow of that brilliance, wanting to break out.