Alice looked around in confusion. She again found herself in the same semi-dark room with a crystal table in the center and many draped doors.
What was it?
She has just visited another, alternative history of her life. Everything was so real. Life, where she is still only twenty-five. Where she had a passionate affair with a famous actor, and where she herself has some kind of phenomenal abilities.
How did they do it? She was stealthily given a hallucinogenic drug?
Alice went to the crystal table, picked up the glass flask again, opened the lid. Was it enough for her to take one small sip to get the brightest hallucination?
The flask smelled of the same ordinary cognac. Alice sipped the liquid carefully. Cognac is like cognac. Maybe there is a hypnotist behind the doors who put her to sleep and made her so that when she woke up she could not remember him? Then it's a very cool attraction.
Alice carefully perched on the table, for lack of other furniture, absentmindedly and almost imperceptibly for herself again sipped from the bottle.
And how did the fictional story end? Why did they stop at the most interesting place, without any explanation? Although, fictional stories always end with a kiss of the heroes, then everyday life that is not interesting to anyone begins. "And you can go to a psychoanalyst for an explanation," - said a derisive inner voice. -»Why are you ten years younger in your fantasies, and why are you some mysterious Galadriel."
If she go to a psychoanalyst, this is, of course, good. But maybe there is an easier way?
Inspired by another sip of the magic potion from the dungeon, Alice went resolutely to the leftmost door and pushed it open. The door did not open.
Alice indecisively knocked. Then she pressed the handle again, but this time the door was firmly and irrevocably locked.
Then Alice took a step to the right and found herself in front of the second door, draped with dark cloth.
It opened easily and silently. Behind her was the same emptiness and darkness as behind the first, now locked.
Is she being invited into a new story? Or will it be a continuation of the first, and she will find out how the relationship between James and her alter ego ended?
Alice shrugged and took a step forward.
She felt a gentle warm breeze on her skin, heard the sound of the sea and the cries of seagulls. This time she did not run anywhere, but on the contrary, relaxed and languidly sat in a cafe, clutching a dark blue cup with aromatic coffee in her hands, dressed in a white lace apron of a waitress.
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Doors are always open
General Fiction«Oh, if only, if only» ... Here's life would be if only... And what would life be like if we dared to enter those doors that were never locked for us? One thing is certain - by entering the open door, you will no longer remain what you were all thes...
