yes, i went to bed fairly early last night, but it was at least 10:30, so i have no idea why i woke up at 5:30 this morning, all traces of sleep gone. it’s not like i feel very rested. it’s not like i had bad dreams. it’s not like i’ve been having insomnia lately, not the early-morning kind. so what gives? a week and a day ago i slept in until 1:30 in the afternoon, for goodness’ sake!
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she waits in the ballroom. her dress of yellow silk hangs in the servants’ room, coatroom, whatever you call it, a hole in the wall at the west end of the room. the chandeliers hang broodingly, and their cobwebs are so thick it looks like dirty icicles clinging to the crystals. the floor is smooth and shiny, checkered and cold. you could see your reflection. maybe, you could even see the reflections of those that have been there before. memories moving vaguely in the floor wax. only when you look out of the corner of your eyes.
