I looked ahead at my guide. Although she didn’t have the same clothes as I had on, she was an exact carbon copy of myself down to the prosthesis.
I slammed into her as she stopped abruptly, “Welcome to the centerpoint of your mind!” she announced dramatically. I peeked over her shoulder, barely holding back my excitement at what the center of my mind might look like.
A shabby cafe stared back at me and I felt the tension that I had been holding leave me like a stale fart.
A burst of unexpected laughter came sounding beside me. I looked over at her as she doubled over clutching her stomach. I smirked a bit, looking at the little cafe.
She regained herself slightly and straightened. She walked forward to the door and opened it as the light jingle of the bell signaled our arrival. I followed her in and sat when she stopped at a corner booth and made herself comfy. Promptly, a speck of light came around and left two menus in the center of our table. I watched as the light entered the kitchen and began to work on other orders it had received prior to our arrival.
The cafe was full of different varieties of people and light. I gazed around at the figures and the strange people that talked normally despite the circumstances. Many of the cafe’s patrons either looked like figures of light or like normal people that you would find walking down the street.
“What do you see?” She asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?” I asked turning to look at her.
She pointed to someone across the cafe from us, I turned to look at the woman sitting at a booth reading a newspaper calmy sipping a bit coffee. I looked back at her quizzically.
“What do you see?” She pressed.
“It’s just a lady reading a newspaper, why?” I answered her, a bit annoyed.
“I was just a bit curious, but I see that your eyes are different from ours.” She said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
“What do you see then?” I asked, lost.
“That. Over there, looks to me like a monster that you would find underneath your bed,” She commented nonchalantly.
I looked back at the woman and back at her confused. She shrugged and looked back at the woman; promptly, she produced a pair of dark lensed glasses from her jacket pocket, she leaned over the table and rested them lightly on the bridge my nose. She gestured back with her chin to the woman. I turned to see a large black swarm of goop, much larger than the woman who was sitting there before.
I turned back, my eyes wide. She chuckled a bit, “You’ve been seeing this world with rose colored lenses. Although to you, you may not realize it, but here in your mind everything is plain and simple. There are no guises for the evil-- they look like what they are. Just the way you like it.”
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