REALITY
Felix, my cat, waits at the door of our
condo
for me to enter. I make
sure that he doesn't escape. If he
could he would
be in the hall. And wander for weeks.
But Felix might sneak into the elevator
and travel
up and down in the building. Years
might pass. Exiting
onto another floor. And this might
begin a new
cycle. Unless Felix found himself in
the
lobby. And then was patient enough
to wait for someone to open
the front doors. And he could escape
into the street. Another hallway.
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