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I blinked and she disappeared, as did the room, and the surrounding area was nothing but inky darkness, that flowed slowly as if made of water or very thick mist.  I blinked again and the door to the kitchen had reappeared.  Inside the walls and the tiles of the floor were cracked and often, and the only light source was that of a street lamp that had surreptitiously placed itself in the space between the door and the kitchen table.  It, like its environment, was in a state of disrepair and the egg shaped bulb that was tucked away behind the fractured glass waxed and waned.  
I’d be safe there, I told myself.  Walking however was not as easy as it once was.  Every step was as heavy as the next as if my shoes were filled with cement and my muscles had given in to atrophy.  Each time i couldn’t be sure if the shadows for which my feet scraped against would be solid floor or, like the shows would have me perceive, be like water and with my heavy, useless limbs I would fall into the abyss that had surrounded me.  It was the light,  I told myself.  The light would keep me safe.  But with each arduous shift of my body the bulb of the derelict street lamp shrunk and the kitchen itself peeled more and more away.  If I didn’t get there soon I would be lost.  I cried and shouted to the room ahead of me, each time my voice was become more hoarse and monstrous.  Fire burned through my veins and pressure filled my head causing blood to pour from my nose and ears.  I was steps away one moment then was a league away the next, each time I would drag and drag my feet towards the ever fading light, often pulling my legs by the knees with my arms.  I was closer now and my hand could just about touch the door frame.  A small amount of hope filled my body enough to push myself harder and make that last step through the threshold.  As my right foot was about to land, like the last step of an absurd marathon, the door frame spasmed and collapsed on itself leaving me on my knees in the black smoke of the place that was once her living room.  
Hot tears filled my eyes and poured from my face as I gave into a sob.  My throat was too dry for me to cry out leaving me making sounds that were more akin to that of a croak.
“I can’t do it”, I muttered through snot and the bullet-like tears, “I simply can’t”.
A hand placed itself upon my shoulder, “Dee”, said a soft voice.
I spun around, faster than I could have, and found my self on my knees in a brightly lit room with her in front of me.  She smile a soft smile, the kind that never made you feel alone nor ever showed any indifference and, whilst crouching in front of me said quite simply, “You never have to do this alone”. 
The world returned.  The tar that had enveloped me had evaporated and colour returned to the world.  She helped me to my feet and kissed me softly.  I didn’t let go.


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