Leaving the room, they locked the door behind them and sauntered toward the front of the building. Michael, in a moment of need, declared that he felt to go to the men’s room and so although they were still not far from the room they had shared, they went into the one’s closer to them just off the foyer. The ladies room was only a short way back and Sasha decided to go in to make sure her hair and makeup was okay and to fill in a moment or two.
When she came out of the bathroom, that strange feeling overcame her again and
although only one minute ago she had walked only ten steps or so to the ladies now the scene had changed and there was a very very long steep flight of stairs to get back to the place where she said goodbye to Michael. The stairs seemed far too steep, far too lengthy and a stark bright shiny white like they had just been made of polished marble.
Where did the stairs come from? They certainly weren’t there before. She couldn’t fathom this at all. They seemed to lead so far up, so many of them and she was somewhat overawed by the journey to get to the floor above. She shook her head and thought she must have seen them before, but just been floating too much from the wonderful afternoon, to have noticed her surroundings. Having convinced herself of this she began to climb the never ending stairs.
Way above her she saw her handsome man and she called to him, but he was walking
with another woman and he didn’t seem to hear her voice. Again a strange cold sense of confusion swept over Sasha as she tried to understand why he wasn’t waiting for her and why this woman he was with seemed so very familiar.
All of a sudden, like the woman read her thoughts and instinctively knew Sasha was watching, she turned and seemed to look with dark eyes directly at her still climbing the stairs.
The woman seemed to smile, ever so slightly, and Sasha felt her whole body bristle with fear as she saw with blinding clarity that the woman was actually just like her! She was wearing different clothes and sported a slightly different hair style, a little redder, and longer, but she was definitely a very close copy of her.
Too eerie to take in and not at all possible, of course, Sasha shut her eyes and wobbled her head around on her neck like she was trying to see with more clarity, to see the truth and not this wild imagining.
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