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Through the Window (part 2)

The light taunts me, beckoning me towards it. I continue to stare off in front of me and do not dare detour from my path. I start to walk again determined to no be tempted by the window. As I walk away the window begins to follow and slide down the corridor. I pick up my pace, but with no prevail. The window matches my speed; we play this game until I am sprinting. The hallway extends on for eternity, with no end in sight. I start to fear that I will never reach my kitchen.

I finally lose my will to fight the window anymore and I slow to a stop. I turn to my left and now gaze into white nothingness. My fingers start to tingle, the temptation is overwhelming. I grasp the sides of the window and lift myself onto the ledge. I stand, hovering in my hallway looking down upon a valley. A deep, luscious green valley, that rises into a magnificent snow-top mountain.

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