A Room (C) 1996 Kristoffer Lawson We sat in a corner staring at each other. I could just about make out the pale eyes peering at me from behind a curtain. They were just waiting for something to happen with their yellow glare. A pair of eyes that were somehow familiar, though I had surely never seen this thing before. I couldn't quite make out its body but I was certain it had one. I could feel it had one, though I do not know how I knew. Just some instinct of mine probably. I could not make out if it was breathing or not, or if it even breathed at all. I couldn't hear myself breathing either and I didn't dare to check. The curtain moved slowly backwards and forwards reflecting the glitter of its eyes while a feather dropped to the dusty stone floor. It was so quiet I thought I heard it fall, but I must have been imagining things. I could see the reflection of it in the yellow stare. Why did it not stop? Not even to blink. I couldn't blink either. I think days passed and nobody had even attempted to help me. I was just sitting there in the room wondering when the being would leave me alone and continue on its way. I knew, however that it would never leave and I would die here. I was happy it wouldn't be long now. I would make it die with me, I didn't want it staring at my limp body for eternity. Maybe years had passed by now, but it did not matter anymore. I could feel my throat tightening slowly. It would soon collapse. The eyes looked weaker now, I had strangled it but the being was not killed easily. It would stand there looking at me until I was gone. By now I had prepared for that. I felt myself withering and falling to the ground. I no longer had the strength to look at those eyes but I could feel them still staring. It saw me scraping at the dust on the floor in agony while all I could see was a world which ceased to exist.