The phone rings your voice late into the morning and reverberates through my brain into the night pulsing like a heart until I am sick and spinning. Spiraling downwards like a gunned down fighter plane.
A room wall-papered with your face begins to close in around me. The face smiles like a joker one minute and fades into a frown the next. Soon tears drop from the burnished black eyes down the perimeter of the room until the wood begins to warp and the floor bubbles up in a flood. Floating to the top of the froth I gasp for air as the door is forced open and the foamy water flushes out onto the pavement. The room empties leaving white salt deposits in the corners like snowy little mountains.
Tiny men in woolen caps jump from the little lifts and sky to the bottom growing as they go the people multiply and the walls spread. Soon the room has melted into the a field full of over grown gnomes each of which wears a mask bearing your image. I frantically fall among the giant elves and try to flee loosing my breath as I realize the enormity of the pasture.
Just like a pawn in a game whose boundaries are no longer defined I hide amongst a small patch of mushrooms seeking solace under their broad caps. Cowering under their umbrella I feel bits of dirt rain down and clump on my skin I wipe it away leaving dark brown smudge marks until I am covered in opaque filth and become one with the earth.
