The Pendulum

Chapter 3

"So you say," Dr. Gram responds exhaling deeply, "And if this fantasy land of yours does exist where is this door you speak of?"

Tim points his index finger to the temple of his head as Dr. Gram shakes his own.

"It's in your mind. Your brain already does majority of the work. It creates your personal Pendulum every second. Everything you do is being recorded in your Pendulum...this vast infinite room of imagination and philosophy of the mind. You just have to create the door and open it. That's why people do not know it exists. They have not made the door or believe such a place is real."

Dr. Gram chuckles a bit, "Does this door have nails and some fine woodwork?"

Tim's expression stiffens into seriousness, "No..because if it were just some doorway everyone in this world, all of our Pendulums for that matter, would cross and clash..it'd be destruction. The Pendulum is parallel with our universe I guess it's safe to say."

Dr. Gram nods, "Hmm, I think maybe it'd be best if you come in for some counseling yourself. I think we would really have a major breakthrough with you."

Dr. Gram rises to his feet to see him out. Tim respects his gesture by doing the same.

"I'm not getting through to you. You are already trying to create the machine that doesn't need to be created, but because I guess some random guy without a plaque or significant credibility, and tells you it's out there, it makes me sound like I'm the one who needs counseling."

"Yup," responds Dr. Gram with a smile.

Tim pulls a card from his pocket and leaves his contact information on Dr. Gram's desk.

"You'll change your mind."

Dr. Gram leads him to the door.

"My mind is quite headstrong. Good day to you, Mr. Fuller. I have work to do." He closes the door.

Dr. Gram tossed and turned in his bed as the moonlight danced on the blanket and sheets from his movements.

"Jane...Jane..I miss you.." he says in his sleep.

He walks through a meadow, a cloud-like smear into his eyes like an unfocused camera. Shades of green from mossy trees reflect into the pupils of his eyes. Sunlight beams onto the surrounding lavender and fushia-colored flowers. A silhouette of a dancer figurean forms into a soft and beautiful being. The woman's long ebony hair shapes perfectly around her flawless face and brown eyes. Her lips were so divine.

Dr. Gram smiles in his sleep.

 Slender hands slip into his gently. The action feels quite familiar to him. Her lips touches his ear with a small steady breath forming words and whispers gently, turning into sound.

"Michael, I love you." 

He becomes paralyzed as the voice echoes within his body and bones making his stomach and diaphragm ball into knots. His mind erupts like volcanoes, and sets off fireworks in his hands feeling like pins and needles. He catches a glimpse of her silhouette which dissolves into the forest green meadow. His eyes race around its sockets frantically looking her.

"Jane..."

A tear falls from the cracks of his eyes as he sleeps.

"Don't leave me."