![]() a crack on my bedroom ceiling moving a few inches northeast of its original location) the thin cotton swab having been placed at the back of my throat at the doctor’s I determined I had somehow unintentionally re-entered THE TUNNEL without Dana What did that word mean, I asked, to which thick pink medicine was placed in my mouth via plastic measuring tool and no answer readily provided,Ī. ![]() (THE TUNNEL despite the monsters being somewhat more interesting to us than our ordinary lives)īut one day I came down with a fever, and everyone said the word “febrile,” the longer we spent in the THE TUNNEL, the easier it was to forget we were inside itĮach foray into THE TUNNEL lasted a little longer, each return was a little more reluctantĪ. in THE TUNNEL our teachers, replaced with monsters, would reprimand us unfairly for indiscretions weĬ. in THE TUNNEL items such as chairs, hairbrushes, and clocks would subtly shift locationsī. we just had to say DRAGON BREATHING FIRE in unisonĭana and I re-entered THE TUNNEL regularly to study its behaviors:Ī. Luckily, escape from THE TUNNEL was straightforward:Ī. (Dana and I had hitherto determined that we were people or persons with magical properties, and thus subject to Upon reflection, we realized we had entered THE TUNNEL by shouting the words FIRE BREATHING DRAGON in unison,Īn action which, apparently, transported any people or persons with magical properties into THE TUNNEL,Ī. the animacy of the park, and of its various biological components (greenery, ponds) also subject to debate the primary question being: could a park, inanimate, also be a monsterĮ. Central Park looked like Central Park, and the question of whether it, too, was a monster was heavily debatedĭ. our parents looked like our parents but they were monstersĬ. our siblings looked like our siblings but they were monstersī. In THE TUNNEL everyone we had ever known had been replaced by a monsterĪ. Life in THE TUNNEL looked exactly the same as life outside except for one notable discrepancy: THE TUNNEL was painted like a thick film over the old reality which, useless, struggled underneath When we were seven my friend Dana and I became trapped in THE TUNNEL
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