The convex mirror above my hospital bed had
become a giant eye that reflected a hidden, bipartite universe. Behind it,
backwards manifestations of unearthly beings slithered and grew. Silently.
Slowly. Gathering. Moving with the steady invisible advance of a minute hand.
Time was freezing. Closer. Clearer. Moving like a glacier. A grotesque, aberrant
emergence. And when they were close enough to touch me with their squirming,
fluctuating tendrils, I turned around...
And there was nothing there. The room was
empty.
So I rang for the nurse and gave her a
hard time.
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