The Mirror Between
There was knock on the door. Not exactly knocking, there was thud on the door. Mike woke up from the sleep, there was no chess game, no serge. Just him, lying down on the bed. He could feel the sweat droplets racing towards his bed. How much real was that? The thud was there again, he got up and opened the door. The hotel guy was there, 'Sorry for the disturbance sir, I thought you were sick.' He sighed, 'Me too. Is there anything else?' The hotel guy nodded, 'Yes, sir. There's a guy in the lobby, waiting for you. His name's Samuel.' Sam is already here? He needed to know the time, 'Excuse me, what time is it?' The hotel guy replied, 'It's quarter before four.' He sighed, 'Okay then, tell him to wait. I'm coming.' The guy went away, he closed the door. It was lucky for him that
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