THE WAITING ROOM This room that holds me is bare of all things personal. Blank of anything that gives life. The only thing that keeps me company is the clock on the wall. It sits behind me, a small circle embraced in dark wood, high above my head. The images are moving so fast, my heart begins to beat rapidly. I feel strange. My body feels light, free. There is no sound. The tick and the tick of the clock are gone. I can't hear them anymore. There is only silence. My ears search for a noise, any noise. I find only empty space. DOLLHOUSE My eyes are open, but I can't see anything. It is dark,...