The pillars have shattered.
White-hot fire leaps up my skin
surging through every vein, every capillary, every cell.
Cold mist coils around me,
shapeless shadows guilt-trip my actions
as I rush past the sea of dried lavender filled pockets.
I hear my name called.
Sing-songing down the corridor,
trying to distract me from reaching
the thin silver column presenting itself as a door.
I ignore it, and step through
taking the elevator straight up.
Up and up and up.