The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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He woke just before dawn and immediately recognized that he wasn’t in his own house. He had no idea whose house this was, didn’t recall being there previously and didn’t know how he got there. He felt eerie in the opaque gray silence. The semblance of diffused light meandering through the room’s one unadorned window didn’t enlighten, but served to accentuate the drear of the damp, early spring morning. It did nothing to dispel his vague feeling that something ominous was waiting.

Worse, the room was devoid of his small, but rare book collection. He would have to attempt to survive the day without referring to “Tertiary Aspects of Pre-Columbian Eroticism,”

“Lionel Model Prices as a Precursor to Apocalypse,” “Thirty Fun Things to do with a Washing Machine on Legs,” and “The Bilderbergers are Pissing in your Soup.”

Though the rational side of him suggested that he remain exactly where he was, something compelled him to get moving; possibly a function of his being American. He rose and sat at the edge of the brass bed, proud of his accomplishment, and encouraged that nothing had yet struck in the tiny room devoid of clocks. Taking advantage of this almost confident feeling, he briskly walked out the open door and entered a dark hallway. The uneasy feeling