Everlasting summer nude
This thought passes through my mind as I gaze at the brunette before me, the woman blocking my path. I have no idea what the significance of the window is, as I can't open it, and wouldn't even if I could. The window at the end of the hall seems to be within reach when the door at the end opens and another woman stands in my way, just feet from reaching the window. I walk at a more brisk pace than I started at and then I feel like I'm running, though the walls and doors are passing by at the exact same speed they were just seconds before. I start toward the window, toward the end of the hall, when I hear locks being cast to my sides, as if the residents of the rooms are looking out their peepholes and do not wish to be disturbed. Framed photos rest between the intervals. Along the walls, a number of closed doors with numbers, like in a hotel. Up here, on what I assume to be the second level of the house, there is only one window and it is down at the end of the long hall that I seem to be in the center of.
"It's all in your mind." This starts to sink in but I'm still exploring. I hear the nurse woman's voice in my head again.
I wait a couple minutes to see if they will coalesce but they remain forever wood. I turn to look back down the staircase and see that they are wood again. Again and again, the stairs do this until, finally, I reach the top. The wood fazes in and out, becoming transparent liquid and then solid wood again. This one is carpet-less and I look down as I climb the stairs. Not the oak staircase before the foyer but another. I move on through the lodge and head for the staircase the other end. I watch her as she dips one finger and then another into her pussy, framed by dark hair, proving that the carpet and drapes do not match. And what she was doing was fingering herself. And then the blonde woman returns to what she was doing before I got here. She's on her back but she's clearly talking about the fire and not her body. "Do you like it?" a naked blonde woman asks me from her place on a brown sofa. It strikes me as crazy that there should be a fire when it is probably seventy or eighty degrees outside. It's quite warm in here but oddly, I'm not sweating. The room I'm standing in now appears to be a lodge, a roaring fire in the fireplace. The arched doorway that opens at one end of a spacious foyer and leads to another room is adorned with mirrored glass, casting rainbow prisms onto the walls behind and to the side of where I'm walking. I make a note of the oak staircase, covered by a red carpet, regal in appearance, as if I'm a king. It feels very much like I'm in a dream, taking in the scenery, trying to make mental notes so I can recount them next time I speak with someone. I walk around my house, I think it's my house, as if I'm seeing it for the first time.
Everlasting summer nude skin#
It has nothing to do with a skin condition or a noxious environment.
Everlasting summer nude windows#
It's everlasting summer outside the windows and beyond the door but I couldn't go out in it. I had intended to watch her leave but she went through the front door and was gone, as if she had never even existed. Those are the last words the woman that looks like a nurse said to me before she walks out the door and disappears, literally.