In a Maze of Lives
The place is haunted
good chance for a little detective work
said the skinny sleepwalker
deep in a dream of a tottery four-story house
where he once spent a week when he was seven
He opened the closet door
the shelves of his wife’s shoes
opening the lid of each shoebox
peering into the haunted darkness
occasionally lifting out a shoe by its heel and sniffing
4 thoughts on “In a Maze of Lives”
There is something inherently creepy I think about sleepwalking, both from the perspective of the sleepwalker and those who encounter them. I have no direct experience of sleepwalking but I am a member of a family full of sleeptalkers and that is creepy enough.
I don’t think I have ever had an encounter with a sleepwalker nor am I one myself, but I agree. Somehow the idea of your body going out on its own is…creepy.
… as is sniffing shoes, asleep or awake. Not to mention a tottery four-storey house!
Well, yes. Creepy kind of piled on creepy here! Makes you hope this guy is not your neighbor.
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