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The Room
The Room
The Room
by Gabs Semansky
He awoke wearing nothing but a ratty pair of shorts that had been draped over his body.
Shivering slightly due to his nakedness and the cold expanse of the room he found himself in, the
man dragged his body upright and began to wander in silence.
Never had a space felt so still. From the wooden floors to the stone walls to the potpourri
of items he noticed littered around him, it seemed the sleeping room would never awaken. In the
center of this space was an assortment of ancient wooden benches, lined up one behind another
with an aisle down the middle. The legs of the benches met the floor almost seamlessly, as they
were made of the same pine that had long ago lost its luster. He paused for a moment, attempting
to imagine people who had once filled those seats. There was no memory of anyone ever being
here, or of this room at all really, but it was a familiar place. Familiar. Such a word usually held