An extract from a place I once knew.

A short chapter, provided as a seemingly random extract. Docken describes how he remembers this 'event'

Page #8

Dear Journal,

So this is how I remember it.

I made my decision. I was on a bed, and some lady, my mum maybe, clicked a this pen and the bed became really comfy. I pulled the corridors up to me really fast again and again, unaware of my direction and I stopped. The sun appeared all of a sudden. I wanted him to say something, then I thought he may be a girl, so I said ‘Sorry’. She didn’t say anything after that I think I upset her. Then I thought about it abit, I don’t think she could cry if she was upset? I mean her icy tears would burn up right? A feather drew on my stomach, it made me laugh, but a mountain was put up between me and the sun. I could see her radiant glow throughout the dungeon, illuminating torture devices and machines that screamed howls of attention. A mask was put on my face, and secured at the back of my head. My sight faded away and there I was suddenly surrounded by familiar faces of family and friends, contented and calm. Then I awoke alone  to the sound of my own voice but here at last was the thing I was made for.