Grief and Dreams

I was still in that secret room when I watched the guy on red tees shoot at Michael before leaving the house together with the one who seemed to have been looking for me. I could not help myself from screaming, but I could not let myself to be heard, so I covered my mouth with both of my hands. I waited for a while to be sure they were gone. Then I placed the ladder in the room right where I landed. Then I climbed hurriedly even though I knew I should climb steadily. My legs were shaky, so I slipped and fell down just when I was almost there. But I had to climb again, so I did. I climbed up as my tears fell down, I kept muttering Michael until I reached the top. Then I climbed up and out of the closet. I had no time to admire Michael’s innovation, placing the passage to the secret room in a closet and designing it differently, I just ran out of the room. I must have forgotten that there was a stairway, I just kept running so that I was levitating, flying down the stairs.