The Natatorium

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Sunday, August 01, 2004

Mind Games

It is very dark. I am poised, tense, balanced on the balls of my feet on concrete sub-flooring. There is a drip coming from my far left, some twenty feet away and slightly behind me. I give not the slightest thought to finding a lightswitch.

I wait.

I take in the dank, plain air of this vault. It is cool.

I smell.

I try to catch a scent, but it eludes me time and again.

I know he's here.

I close my eyes.

I feel.

I focus my mind on every inch of my exposed skin, from the tops of my shoulders to the tips of my fingers, trying to feel a breeze, a warmth, anything that might tell me where he is.

Nothing. Nothing but a tingling of anticipation.

I release my skin, forget it's there. I numb it out entirely, for it has betrayed me.

I turn my mind inward. Deep into my core, I tune all of my senses.

I wait.


My eyes snap open.


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