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He puts on his favourite skirt, the one with the lace.

People walking with umbrellas, streetlamps glowing pink, shiny yellow taxis. He felt like opening the window, standing up on the sill, & pushing off hard into the dark. It felt to him that as long as he could immerse himself in new stories every afternoon & evening, it wouldn't matter what happen to him in his own life, he'd be OK. He wrapped his arms tightly around his legs, but the world around him swayed. It swayed like the carousel in the park when he was a kid, when his stomach turned & he wanted off but the carousel wouldn't stop, the horses, elephants, & chickens kept spinning, the lights attached to the ceiling flashed & the music played. & As it had back then,dread now crept into his mind. What if this never ends?What if he never finds solid ground, can never walk straight ahead at his own pace, his stomach calm & his thoughts clear? What if this all just goes on & on, mother buys cotton candy from a pale clown & waves smilingly at him over the pink cloud but never comes to take him off the ride?