Ell left the office and closed the wooden door behind her. it was gray but she imagined a golden door with a white handle like a lever bar. it was in the corner at the end of a corridor. she walked on the beige tiles dull squares but imagined they were shiny brilliant marble slabs. just a few paces diagonally toward the elevator in the well lit hallway. long to her left was a window at the end of the corridor where she saw green tree leaves and a diamond of light from the sun rays on the floor by that window. to
her right beside the elevator door was a large square window reaching from knee height up to the roof and filling the corridor width from the elevator door to the wall about five feet away. the wall was paneled with light wood and shined with some coating varnish. a white zigzag of fabric hang down in neat rows over half the window ready to flatten either up or down. ell soon reached the silvery double doors of the elevator and saw one button so she pressed it.
the double doors swung open. she saw a glass elevator with a large window out the back and a small window on her right side. she turned to look for the usual elevator button beside the door but none. it must be controlled by the button outside which she had pressed so she looked out the windows at the bright sunny day and natures trees in the forest. all the leaves were green like springtime. the elevator LURCHED... forward! she worried how would she go down to the entrance level?
it started acceleration like a train car as the trees beside her that climbed the hill beside her were passing. now she had reached the top of the hill and continued flat forward and again the car accelerated and a space was noticeable to her right where tracks for a train must run between her tracks and the trees. ell grabbed the wall to steady herself and decided she would need to go back and find her way. but now hopeless. so she waited for the car to zoom and whiz smoothly and silently past the woods.
finally she saw a low building growing larger as she neared it. the car slowed and curved to her left to approach the right edge of the building. the window on her right side slid aside but ell did not leave she needed to go back to the old building. a gard came and complained, "get out of there go inside". ell obeyed the gard and after leaving the car asked "how do i get back there." the gard explained you can only come not go because of the security of that building.
ell's heart sunk realizing she could not fix her error to go down as she had planned kind of like my life. ell did not enter the low building but walked along the train platform she saw a similar car on that side of the platform perhaps she can fix her error? she rushed into it pressing the button on the side of the entrance. the car did not budge as she had hoped. she waited a bit longer tensely until she realized the guard was strict about security. the door was still open so...
she stretched her right foot forward to exit and her shoulder and right arm swung forward with a larg black back bag that had not been in her hand when she had pressed the elevator button on the right side of the elevator door just a moment ago. suddenly...
the double doors started closing she jumped her leg and arm back while instinctively dropping the pack... just avoiding the doors hitting her arm. ell shouted "my bag and tried to find a button to press beside the closed doors to open them quickly she pressed one than another and the first the door obeyed... opening a bit and then stopping just a bit. she shouted my bag. and pushed the button again... but the car started moving toward her departure place.
she had wanted to go back... but not without her pack! she thought of the stuff she usually kept in her pack and felt shock now she would need to go back to the wrong destination again by then someone would certainly steal her bag with her stuff. ell started to cry at the whole sad loss of time and the pack when she heard feet pounding. she looked out the window and saw the steel tracks behind her and a teen boy was running with her bag trying to catch up as the car turned a bit right onto the same track she had came, and then it accelerated...
her brief hope was shattered and the door was shut like a safety lock! even if he caught up he could not hand her black back bag! a whoosh of wind as an electric train whizzed past on the second pair of steel tracks! many cars of a train whizzed by at double speed as it ran south but her car ran north the poor guy was squeezed between tracks as this train whizzed by he was surely blown aside and would never catch up and reach her fast car. tears covered her eyes... that she opened and awoke from the night mare.
C2
she awoke and rubbed her eyes. she needed to pee and noticed she was not a she body. she was a he... same as before fell asleep in his room. his name was not ell but boid. he walked across the tiny bedroom thru a doorway into a hall between four doors. one behind him painted white wood another to his left and another to his right. the door he faced went to narrow wooden stairs down so he remembered despite the door was shut. he turned left and entered the room to drain the liquid from his male body as usual standing. what a relief of pressure.
he flushed as usual but something seemed different. he recalled the handle for flushing was by the top corner but this flusher had been a push down on its roof? he went to the sink that had zigzag clear plastic crown style tap. he gripped the zigzag as his fingers slid between the points and turned on the water. he washed his hands as usual. trying not to drip on the floor he turned to find a towel but... his hands were dry and he was in the room downstairs? how had he gotten downstairs?
he saw snow through a window in the corner. it was a broad bright blanket of white snow that reflected light into the room. he shivered in his thick flannel pijama. the window was a tall rectangle in the corner and beside it a bright white wall on which hung his huge flat screen tv. it was larger than he remembered. it was like a dream come true... and how had i come down to this room. he turned to look behind himself and saw the narrow stairs that went up to the closed door of the hall with the bathroom and his bedroom.
the tv was showing an animated show which seemed worth watching. he wanted watching. he loved the quality of certain stories. for example, he recalled disney made complicated stories and characters. did he have time? he was sure due to snow that high school was cancelled so he stood watching some complex story: hercules met zeus and learned that: zeus was his father but despite born by zeus, he had lost his god ability so he must earn it. i recalled that i saw this before and it was good. maybe i should enjoy it again?
the bright light distracted his eyes. he noticed that just a short time ago the leaves had been green but now snow. then he continued his doubt: or maybe i can watch something new. he was so distracted by hercules that he did not even think about breakfast. the flat remote was in his left hand but it had not been there when he washed his hands? or had he washed one hand the one relevant due to aiming? or washed both just for habit? he pressed the down button and the screen added a white seven in the corner that changed to six.
despite the change the animation seemed to continue the same show. had he failed to change channels? but the number changed. apparently, the show was on both channels. he pressed the down arrow again and the screen filled with static. bits of gray were randomly flickering on the white background. channel five was missing, so he decided to switch back to channel six but... his left hand was empty... as empty as it had been when he had washed his hands. surely he had held it? that was how the change happened he lost the show.
better a good movie than static, but how would he change the channel? without the flat remote control. on the right side of the tv stood a wood cabinet with doors colored pale brown almost yellow wood. it had wide drawers and on it was a plastic bookcase of white thick plastic. the top shelf had some colorful small paper backs and the bottom shelf had many rows of plastic tiles with number those numbers must be the ones to quickly change the channel better than the arrows either more or less. he looked along the row of plastic tiles many double digit numbers but he needed for options either six or seven.
he moved some tiles from the first row to see the row behind them, but they were higher numbers behind 16 and 13 and 14 were 51 and 57 and other 40' and 50' too. he called for help "how do i change this thing" but his voice echoed in the hollow empty room. the tv showed 57 on the screen corner due to moving the tiles he must have pressed it. he went to the back of the screen and pressed the down arrow and the numbers flickered 56 and less many empty channels. he gave up waiting to go from fifty all the way to six! he felt frustrated and tears welled in his eyes, he rubbed them and... awoke. he was still in bed with a thick puffy cover.
he recalled that he had peed and worried the bed must be wet if he now... awoke but... he felt the need to pee... so he must not have peed, only a few minutes had passed while he had changed the channels. again he felt the need for peed. again something was different he was in a girl body he knew from the sensation of needing to pee was in a different place. he looked down to the pale tiny flowers on his white pijama shirt pushed froward by her 2 familiar bumps on her shirt.
she recalled that her name was ell same as when she had fallen asleep in this bedroom. she pulled the covers aside and checked the bed just to be sure. oh no! her white fabric sheet was a bit wet but not yellow... she sniffed it it was just sweat from her nightmares not any urine smell. she turned and behind her was the toilet room. her own, not shared in a hall with family just her own in her own room. she entered and stood by the toilet to pee but she was certainly not a man... anymore... so she sat as usual to pee as she always had... or was this the dream? would he wake up again?
THE END
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