16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be precise. But for the moments that went unnoticed, he often rounded-off her memories.
343.
When she walked out of his heart, she forgot to tell him where she kept the key to their cupboard. They had designed their cupboard to be airtight. To keep their memories safe from the fungus and bacteria. It was an alternative to their own hearts.
She had taken his alternative away, forever - he thought.
This morning, she had stepped down his heart and walked into the alternative. Their cupboard.
49.
One evening, when he sat by the porch thinking about her, he woke up.
He couldn’t recall when he had fell asleep. But now his eyes seemed torn apart by life. he could suddenly see to all the different direction in one indivisible fragment of moment. And from two of those uncertain directions he saw her twin selves walking towards him. He had to quickly decide which of her he had been betraying. It was difficult. And as his heartbeat paced and the two of her walked closer, he woke up once again.
Since then, whenever he had tried to hold her close to himself he just woke up over and over again from one of his preceding awakening.
7.
The windows were mirrors. When he stared out through them, he found his own room stretched at different angles outside. Unlike a mirror, however, he could step inside (which was also outside) through a window.
When he stepped out to one of these imaginary rooms stretched at different angles through the window (which was also a door, a mirror, a reflected door and a reflected mirror), he found that this room too had windows. As he stared outside (which was also inside), he found his own room stretched at different angles outside.
That's when he realized that there was exactly one room. One circular room (which was also spherical, cubical and triangular) constructed such, that all windows would lead to itself.
He closed the windows; thereby eliminating the room forever.
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her bath
Smile.
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And that each famous week is an exponential of seven, back down the corridor, through the mote in whos eye?
pliable fun