I stepped into the darkness. The room was as dry as a tomb. A fan was oscillating slowly bringing with it the smell of fresh lilies. The scent of them was enough to seed an involuntary memories of childhood; I saw my grandmother sowing by the bay window and my brother in short pants. I saw my dog, Arrow, chasing a red ball down through a field of corn and the noise of birds whistling through the trees. I was overcome by an irreconcilable desire to return to a forgotten time.
I staggered outside. It was still midday. Part of me knew it would always be midday; now and for many years to come.
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