I
skipped forward and as my foot touched the ground, the tree leaves turned orange.
Then as I took another leap, the trees were covered in snow, then finally the
world looked like it did when I had started. Now, it seemed as though I was
directly in front of my apartment. I didn’t recall being close to the building
before, but I had underestimated the space.
I moved up to my apartment door, and
as I went to grab it the door became smaller, and the knob moved lower than it
had been. At first I thought it to be a trick of the light, but as I went to
grab the knob again, it shifted away from me as it moved closer to the door.
“Help! Help!” I heard myself scream
from the other side. I couldn’t tell by the voice if that was actually me, or
if it was Anthony. “I know that you are out there! Help me!” The knob jiggled,
then it shrank in caparison to the door, until it was about the size of a
cherry. The other version of me was trying to kill Anthony. If I didn’t think
quickly, then I was going to die in the future. Granted, was it possible for me
to die if Anthony existed to tell the tale.
Instead of question reality, I
kicked the door with my foot. A blue and red energy wrapped around the door,
and it shifted to its normal size, door knob and all. I grabbed the handle and
pushed myself inside. Rather than seeing myself standing at the door panicking,
I was greeted by the regular version of my apartment. It had to be the moment
before my apartment shrank, but how much before it was it?
My face appeared raised in the wall,
and it laughed at me. “Greg,” it said. That had to be the other version of me.
The space case version of me. “I’ve waited a lot of time for you to be here.
Like a cotton shirt in the dryer, things are going to get tight around you.”
The wall laughed and then stopped. “Because I’m going to crush you…to death.”
The wall clicked and it looked as though, I was getting bigger rather than my
apartment getting smaller. “Wait!” The shrinkage stopped. “I’ve got a better
one. How about a little breathing room?” The wall returned to its flat state,
and then everything became smaller again. Almost instantly, I moved to the
window, but the glass turned into cement. “Your death is cemented in this
place.” The walls said again.
As the ceiling touched the top of my
head and I was forced to duck, I became very aware that I was going to death. I
found myself yelling the same things that I had heard, despite the fact that it
should have been less likely for me to say them since I had already heard them.
I tried the door knob, but it shrunk away to the size of a cherry. “Better
cover your brass!” The walls said again.
In a sudden moment, I had the bright
idea to kick the door, since it had worked so well for me previously. I kicked
the door, and the same blue and red energy consumed the door. My body shifted,
and I found I was standing outside the door again, my foot pressed against the
door still as if I had kicked it on the other side at the exact same moment.
Had the thing with the other version of me never happened? What had I done? I
was compelled to enter the room.
“Greg,” the wall face said again.
That had already happened. I was repeating what had happened.
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