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The audience.

 

I emerge from behind the curtain of my slumber, finding myself on a stage in a large auditorium — an act of dubious talent — before an army of restless audience members.

 

 

 

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I announce that I am there.  I make a few adjustments; sweep the unsightly into the shadows, move unlikely objects from view.  I even alter the mother of all symbols to coincide with the one I saw as a child.  I claim no feeling for it, only for the droop of its swag. 

I brush the plaque from my teeth and comb the lint from my hair.  I hold a glass of water in my hand as I head in.

The animal makes its presence known, bellows as I walk by.

And the uncertain maw — it seems to contract.  I crawl into its womb with hopes for a peaceful sleep and an eventual return to consciousness. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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I peak through an opening between curtains. I see an audience, but I don’t see a performance.

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I am seated on the floor among audience members. Together we rehearse lines before the curtain.

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The stage is nowhere to be seen. Behind the audience is a threshhold, with a curtain acting as door.

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Unexpectedly, I will be performing before an audience. However, the curtains have been badly placed.

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